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I am nearly overwhelmed by the vast, colorful world that surrounds me.

Just take a look around.

Every shade beautiful in its own lovely way.

It's nice most days.

Swaddled in life and love.

 

But when the night comes 

and the artificial lights flicker to sleep

it all comes crashing down.

 

I don't want to be consumed by nothingness.

I sit.

And I wait.

And I feel as if I'm fighting some 

inevitable, impersonal, idiotic destiny.

 

What am I to do?

 

My beautifully freckled skin and smooth complexion isn't permanent.

My marbled features aren't set in stone,

nothing in my world is.

 

I will make the most of my life,

however long it may be.

A perfect circle or half-moon is how you can recognize me.

Part Monterey Jack

Half Colby Cheese

 

Life is 

difficult

for such an exquisite chunk of Colby-Jack

with a shelf life of, when opened,

only three to four weeks.

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