At This Point, I Think I Have Whored Around Enough.

At this point, I think I have whored around enough.

My satiety breakpoint has been breached.

I need to recollect myself and redesign/redecorate my being.

My babe loving my long beards and using them to practice her weaving.

Who am I?

What am I?

What am I here for?

Why do I feel this way?

Of what purpose is this cyclical dip in this ocean of existential weariness?

I don't know what I've done so far,

But I feel tired.

Not in my flesh, bones and muscles.

I feel a dreary tiredness.

Deep, deep

Deep inside my soul

Cast me away to sea, let the wings of my soul fan out over the liquid bodies spread across the surface of the earth.

Cast me away to oblivion of the oceans' openness, that my heart may beat to the drum rolls of life without restraint.

Upon the shores stand ye merry kindred spirits, hollering from across the distance, extending over the little ripples and mighty waves, repeated calls of warnings and guidance to aid my being soar away from cages of imprisonment within the walls of human worries.

Bid me well, not farewell; for as kinspeople that we are, our souls are forever intertwined, and we'll never lose sight or touch of each other's spirit, no matter the distance.

Cast me away to see, and pray upon the winds that bring with me, tidings of hope and a whisper of the gracious magic of tomorrow.

In line with my attempts at #foodporn and building on my love for trying out new culinary experiments, I employed the use of macaroni and several other ingredients to make this. Turned out great after all 😅, I guess this experimentation lifestyle is really meant for me 😁