My own taste buds always deceive me, so I constantly seek validation before putting salt on almost anything. It can be bland at times, but most of the time it is salty. I try to always add salt to everything because putting salt feels like looking for acceptance in everything I do. I've tried putting salt on sunny side up eggs for breakfast, but I haven’t tried putting salt on pancakes for dinner.
I haven't tried putting salt in my morning coffee yet. But I did try putting salt on my words— not surprisingly it is salty, but also stinging much like sprinkling salt on an open wound. I wasn’t sure if my fascination with salt is as exquisite as the sea. Swimming in the salty water seems like washing all of your tiredness from your bones, and walking on the fine sand always feels like coming home. Despite its saltiness, when I'm submerged in it, I can't feel my wounds—unlike the salt I put in my words. The polar opposites constantly attract.
The salt was captivated by a tranquil, solemn someone who felt like bliss. Her features were well-formed, and she had an unusually charming and kind smile, despite the pale complexion of her cheeks, which indicates calmness. She always takes away the saltiness, bitterness, and sourness and replaces it with a pleasurable, elegant, and dainty atmosphere. The roses were in bloom, as were the honeysuckle, ragged robin, meadow sweet, and plenty of other plants whose names are familiar to her, and she can name them all—even the unfamiliar blooms. She’s more than a sunset whose flames flare into dusk beyond the edge of trees, casting bronzed shadows on the far woods; sudden beautiful glooms that fall upon the boats as they glide in and out of shadowy creeks and slopes. She's more than just a home; she's someone who can calm my uncontrollable fears. She's more than a flower that blooms twice a year in a sunny hour. She’s more than a cardigan as we turned again in the cold, searching among the groves of thorny roses, now fragrant with the powerful aroma of the rich sweet petals, but with the same disastrous conclusions.
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