One part theory
One part mistake
One part answer
Two parts questioning
A pinch of denial
A dash of joy
Cracked and roasted coping
Get your mise en place segmented and arranged by emotion
Heat an oven so much it bursts into flame
Take all your worst memories roughly chop and pulse
Until indistinguishable
Sprinkle into a fine mist of background radiation
Garnish with happiest memories
Final product will be tasteless odorless
Serves 1 but can disappoint more if needed
I've got a constant keeps me sane
Everything else can change and fade
Wars can wage inside my head
And crimes can keep me fed