ImaginationNut

~ Sweet as a lemon, sour like a kiss ~ Walking along on this December Of course it's December. Who else would grace my presence? Cold, very very cold. My feet hurt from walking so much. I was warm though. Why was I warm? The answer would soon come to me like a rolling tear on a fresh rosy cheek. Hot, smooth, & sudden. I saw through this empty snow a lemon tree. Why is this here? Why am I here? It came to my presence sudden like blood out of a fresh cut. I wasn't hungry for any lemons. I was unable to want a lemon. But it caught my hunger's attention. My weak, gullible hunger. You absolute idiot. I came to this lemon tree for 3 months.