Cooking Life

I am alive.
I'm alive to the point that I make life. I create life.
I cook life!
And it's all really quite beautiful is the most sickening ways. And I love it because I still don't know why I love it.
Hoping that I will love it and will never know why I love it.

Slowly but surely I can take a bite from the apple of all desires and then throw away the rest of the apple or have it stolen from me by stronger forces whose light so big it blinds my eyes.
But the bite is O.K for now.
and another bite will be there later when I need it, hopefully.