Life is like Strawberries.

I sat there quietly..
A single strawberry in hand.

Sight, smell, touch, sound, taste.
For the first time, I focused.

First sight..
It was bright, vibrant and beautiful.

The smell..
Oh so sweet and inviting.

First touch..
As my finger tips run through,
it had bumps, a lil rough.
Never having a smooth surface.

The sound..
Hearing yourself plunging in to take a bite.
As your teeth sinks in, crunches are heard.
Juices ooze out but you try to save every drop.
As it is sweet and non should go to waste.

Taste..
A sweet sensation by the first bite.
It changes after awhile, turning sour.
Your face cringes from that effect.

Shutting your eyes cos tears might fall out.

Towards the end,

it gets colourless and tasteless.

Not the sweet, inviting one it once was.

Life goes on,

as you pick up another one.

This is my own interpretation on life, or maybe even love.

It is entirely up to an individual to interpret.

I don't expect anyone to understand the meaning behind it.

It is something rather personal.