Also revolution

It doesnt seem like smart news to say that the thing you are addicted to might kill you.

Sugar will eat your brain cells and make you forget all the reasons why your ingredients could split back into infinite             drops            of

                                                                     former         drops           of

lonely

jailbreaks of rage who scream murder

bits of joy wrapped in pink like a lollipop ----- pop

fear breathes down

to not get too wild in life

You might get used to it and then what?

You know what happened to your mother.

Eating life has you survive---------d

devour other

Other peoples drama is packed with empty carbs

Eat      so your soul can keep on swirling in alien remains

Candy always kept you quiet, my fahter said, as if it was some practical advice one should make sure to pass on.

Some insecure laugh, a longing laugh for being whole himself,       full,       but not knowing how.

Being whole in this world is a wild dream. It seems past and unborn

So you have to dig back into your grandmother’s future hopes, remember that you are a wild dream too & give birth to it:

Spit out everthing that tapes your spirit to everything absent

Evacuate everything hollow and surface

Burst everything buried too deep & sharp edged early

Loosen all strings that suffocate your heart to not feel

not love, not be vulnerable

although you know that it is the only place which is also a nutrient

a place which may be inflamed gums

but at its peak and everywhere in between                   also revolution.