Dear You,
Your emptiness aggrieves me. The past few days, I’ve eagerly come to you at every hour of need..be it at the nadir of a raw night or at the screech of dawn, but you just stand there…with nothing much to offer. I stay for a while…hoping I’ll be able to get something out of you but your cold, void demeanor kicks me hard in the pit of my stomach. Every night I’ve headed back..a hollow, sinking feeling weighing heavy on every vein of mine.
But today, as I decked you up, you bounced to life. I know you’ll be there again, just like you used to. I hate seeing you all barren and desolate, and I vow that every time it happens I’ll bring you your coke zero and not coke light, orange juice with pulp and not the one without sugar, apple juice with aloe vera and not by itself, milk that is only low fat and high calcium and nothing else, jasmine green tea , slices of reduced fat cream cheese, a smoragsbord of fruits that cannot be sour and little cute cups of richly flavoured yoghurt.
You understand now why your emptiness hollows me out too, don’t you?
Love,
Your lipid-lined hog