I see the slices sprawled on the tray – each unique in its flavour, ingredients, taste and presentation. But they prove to be quite a mouthful (or is it handful?), as I try to organize them into a perfect pizza.
Do I want a pizza or a dessert? Should I pick the sweet or savory ones? Can they fit together with some connecting pieces to bring it all together?
As the sun sets and night falls, I go to bed – hungry once again. The perfect life never happened, as the pieces did not fit together.
perfection lies – not
in circles and rectangles
do a complete life make – just
happening at right time, place