19 April 2013

Savouring and Devouring Master

The word 'savour' might not be in my dictionary.

Every time I 'devour' something
I feel regret
As soon as my mind realise
Usually when I would be a little too far gone into it

I like to call myself
A believer
In slowing down
In enjoying every second
In savouring every satisfaction.

With every realisation
My heart sinks deeper
My mind gloom darker

Every feeling passes me by
Every split second sensation gets missed

All my senses scream in despair
What a pity

All my senses yearn and long in desperation
For the quality I have been depriving myself of

For every moment I curse
For every moment my heart cries
For every moment my senses reel
Here is a hope
That someday
I master myself.





Loving,
Lina.