Ageusia
This morning I woke up and cooked rotten eggs and ate them thoroughly on thin soggy bread. I poured myself some led-water from the tap, and sprinkled salt on top of the whole mess of it to add some type of flavor. There was this tree stump outside, under the somber sky, in where I kneeled down on my god-aching knees, and had breakfast. Just like I did yesterday, and just like I will tomorrow and many days after. However long it would take to bring back my Saint of a taste. I missed it so poorly. It had been nearly two years and sixty something days since it has forsaken me. The sky went grey that day and has never shed sun since. However, for a short while I was sort of alright without it all. I could even eat the foods I did not like which helped me in some strange situations I guess. But then after a while it became some type of real life nightmare, having no sense of taste that is. And my smell has been near on the verge for about 3 years, However I am not so emotional on that part. Oh but my taste is something I need back more than any god given soul or object on this shitty planet. All of the delicious meals I miss, so tender or juicy or both. All of the sweet treats and candies and chocolates and drinks of all concentrated fruit flavors and such. I can still somewhat taste them for a second but then realize it’s just my saliva in which I also cannot even taste.
