Intuitive writing 3

 

 

 

Archibald the Koala had a bike. I have one too. However he was bald and idiot while I'm not bald. Not yet. Haha

We used to call him detective koala. Detective coca cola lol loljdhbdjeoeka. If you see coca cola brand name in the mirror, it would say: jonny depp is fake but amber heard shouldn't have done that to him. It also says don't look for Pepsi logo on the moon. In 10 pm. In your neighbourhood, while your dad is sleeping and your uncle is invited to your house. Or maybe it was a night of lunar eclipse that my uncle was there and we were looking to the moon and waiting. Maybe I'm mixing up two memories. But it has happened at least twice that we were looking for sth special on the moon. Maybe third time for my parents? They were looking for a person on the moon years before I was born =D.

Moon itself is special isn't it? Literally a huge piece of rock floating in nothingness close to a huger rock which itself is orbiting around a yet huger rock. All in nothingness, and they still don't crash. Neither do they fall down. Where is down? What is down there? If they were supposed to fall where would they land? If they wouldn't land and limitlessly far they could go, what would they experience?

Hunger games

Woke up again. Hungry again. Heated up the left overs from several days ago. Or maybe several weeks ago. Or  years ago. Or even several lives ago. Have been eating leftovers since then. There's not much left honestly, but I still heat it up over and over. First few days, the leftovers used to taste like the main meal, but as time passed the taste changed. The look changed. The smell did too. Maybe that's why I started to like the leftovers; the meal wasn't perfect anyways. Or was it? I can't remember. Or can I?

Has been a while since the dish is empty. I mean how long do you expect it to feed me. Has been a while. Maybe weeks or years. It's just the dish full of the scent and stains of the original food. I'm heating up the scent. The stains. The dish itself. 3... 2... 1..., microwave beeps exactly like the second time I used it. And the third time and the fourth. The first time was different though. Anyways. Sitting in front of the dish. Nibbling at the aroma. Should keep my eating in check, it's midnight. I keep eating and why wouldn't I. A few spoonful of steam into the meal, and I feel exhausted. Not full yet, just exhausted. And still there is something left for tomorrow. And the next week. And the next life.