Find yourself

Berlin, Deutschland

And you find yourself, ripping, peeling, a lime with your teeth. Tearing apart the fibres, removing the exocarp while allowing your hands to squeeze it. The deformed lime cries into your concave plate. The juice is sweet. Incredibly sweet. The three layers were incredibly dissected, juice sacs exploding and flushing your teeth, your palate does not react. Your hands are wet, your nose as well. Your eyes open, they cannot believe what your hands feel. Asymmetrical halves, an empty plate with phantom droplets, a reflected visage, effigy of solitude. The deafening notes of a terrifying scene, murmuring flames turned into obfuscated embers, emanating from around. Our sweetness now dazed by my urge of truth. Bare fact coherently blinking with my synchronized breathing. In the realm of condensed dreams... the lime is my heart.