I used to be drenched in cotton candies. White clouds, pink clouds, soft and sweet and fluffy.
But this whipped-up sugar is never made to last. Sweet as it melts onto your tastebuds, it fades until you find yourself linger on it, until it dissolves into nothing-ness.
Though, I cannot deny how much I love super sweet and fluffy cotton candies. How could you not love sugar rush?
How was it?
The taste
is dizzy
in my mind
is
magically good
is
hanging in the air somewhere
is found in words and lost within words. Cotton candies have lost here: your eyes are dumb your ears are deaf your mouth is blind but somewhere over over way over the corner I would find my senses again.
