Burnch

have you ever had brunch? brunches at home taste like fireflies air raids spiteful victories bludgeoning that one person i didn't like to death with my awards. it tastes pretty good until you realize you have spent all your energy making it perfecting it but at the end of the day, you feel like something's missing even when nothing's missing. you feel that something doesn't hit right giving the illusion that something's missing. or is it perhaps that you added too much spice and it's almost too hot for you to handle but for some inexplicable reason you love what you made just because it hurt someone else? have you ever said or done something out of love for yourself and not just hate for others? i mean if it doesn't hurt you, that's all that matters i usually don't think about it either so i understand if you don't what if the people who hurt us and just walked away were destined to burn in our hands? is it not true that hell is a product of demons? hell is a product of demons. that means we are hell.