the mosaic-ed face

There's so much more to bubbling up a thought, boiling and adding in the ingredients sourced from absurdity to create an almost instantaneous effect of a dish. I'm gripping onto something. And then I realise, that something never really existed in the reality of this life, it was merely what I conjured in the recesses of my mind, it was what I created in proxy of what should have been. That something was nothing to begin with, now everything just condenses into liquid and vaporizes. Thin air, that was what you were.