I am...

I am the air you choose to breathe,
When the cold wind comes this way.
I am the bitter smelling reed
That slithers where you lay.
I am the crystalline blackness,
That overtakes the day,
Shattering all your sadness,
Come out! Come out and play!

This was written by me, in a more sombre mood.

Anyway, I am going to revive one of my many blogs to talk about food. Food (and tea) has been my lifeline through hard times and has become an obsession that I would very much like to share. Please visit The Junkbox for the yummiest, sweetest and most sinful treats that make up life. Look out for the special section on tea that will be coming up soon.

till the tummy tingles for tasty treats,
au revoir,
amelie