I was recently told life is pink and tastes of chocolate. It is rather an over-romantic dreamy line and a somewhat difficult to take seriously statement but the truth is… it got me wondering: what colour would I say my life is and what does it taste like? Well, I am tempted to say it is blue, but that would suggest sadness, or white, but that would imply blankness, so I have to admit I am still puzzled and undecided as to what colour my life is.
As for taste, well, that I know; it tastes of morning air. It may feel more like a smell rather than a taste, but I mean that dewy fresh feeling that rests on one’s throat after taking a deep breath on a beautiful spring morning while there is still a light fog, just above the grass line… that’s what my life tastes like.
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