My Dish

So my journey begins now. Here in my kitchen, dishing inspirations, memories, and random thoughts.

Dreams are reawakened, from bubbles into a platter of delight, and hope.
And perhaps, pain too.

This is my craft room, your haven, trash bin, closet.
I write, you feed. I feed, you live.
I write, i die. And then again, i wake.
And live.