Noruz

Miserable novels haunt soda crackers upside down. How are you supposed to write a poem about that? You spin around, trying to make up a rhyme or two, But in the end you just ask yourself what’s going on. Soda crackers make a strange sound while trying to escape but it’s no use, they noticed too late. I was supposed to eat the tasteless crackers, but they left me with soda and stress freckles. The apple soda I just drank was old I’m not sure whether it was even a little cold. The crackers along with my apple soda, they are haunted by sad, sad, novels. I’m just trying to do this annoying poem. It would be a shame not

 I write this sitting in the kitchen sink. I could have never believed I actually fit there, but I did. Now I just hope this will not be the last thing I write. No one else is home right now and I can't get up. Luckily my roommate have a notebook in the kitchen in case of inspiration so I'm able to write this little story of mine. I have always been fascinated with the human mind and the strange ideas that occur us from time to time. I just hope it's not the end of me. I was thinking about human's inner issues so I began wondering what would be the strangest thing for a person to want to do. In the meantime I was preparing a nice dish which