You may taste the bitterness of these thoughts,
And once you have swallowed them,
They slowly infiltrate between healthy tissues.
They start to distill and they distill some more,
Their sour perfumes within our loyal membranes,
Which might end up wary of persistent attempts,
And the smoke enters secret networks.
Gently, as discreet workers,
They spread their fragrance and speed up the process,
Leading us to create
More of those acid thoughts
And less of these life-sweetening vibes.
Niyam Draw
Notes & Silence 