Entry 1:
Never in a million years did I think there would be an onion right in front of me on my desk. It reminds me of a chicken mutant. The smell coming from it is like quite old, expired fish. Its texture is quite smooth, like freshly washed sheets. The color is bland going from white to dark green falls like a perfect balayage. The stem at the bottom is like somebody’s wet, curly hair.
Entry 3:
Here we are meeting once again, onion. Now, however, I would definitely not eat you. The bright green at the very top has almost completely faded into a dark, ugly color. It reminds me of me, slowly losing any energy as the week comes to an end. The once silky texture has now become wrinkly and looks quite tired. It’s time for me to say goodbye to this onion. Maybe it’s time for me to get up and get moving before I end up at the bottom of the trash like that onion.