My life gets peppered.
It sometimes is salted.
Then I'm dried, dried, and dried till no water comes out from my eyes.
Now I’m flattened.
Sooner shredded.
Mixed.
Well, that doesn’t taste any good.
Do I like some more salt and pepper?
It is no longer raining,
but I feel it from the soaked pavement.
Out of the cinema,
I sense things quietly differently.
That’s what a good film does.
Cars leave a fading sound.
The bus is not as red as it has been.
People on the stre