Word Salad

I picked, I minced, I garnished...
I smelt, arranged and served... my words.
Eat them.... you might like.

Does pepper make you sneeze? I thought as much... so put some rage instead.
My wit wasn't sharp enough to cut the lemon, I hope you don't mind me squeezing a little sarcasm into it.
I left the salt on the table, add as you need. At least, you should have something to your taste.
By the way,
I know you love honey, but I'm sorry... my memories are too precious to be dripped on this word salad.

Try those round red things in the middle.
No, they aren't cherries. They are all those moments I don't cherish.
Sour.. right? Must be.
And those fresh green leafy things... yes, the ones to the left... have them carefully. They are the outgrown dreams that I had to trim down every morning.
The yellow slices rimming the plate... they're sweet. Each borne out of the rare lovely mornings in my life... each borne out of a ray of sunlight.
Oh.. I see you haven't tried the white sauce. It's not as good as mayonnaise, but it's all I could strain out my empty walks under the moon.

Eat eat eat...
Try everything that's served. Don't save anything for me. All those little bleak pieces, even I don't remember what all are those... just some crumbs from routine boring days, I guess.


And as you slip the pieces down your throat, remember, you cant burn them in your belly. Once they go in, they'll move up your bloodstream straight to your head and stay there... forever. You won't forget the taste, try as you may...