Entry #1
A lemon looks so beautiful on the outside. Yellow and vibrant, a smooth texture, you name it. This lemon makes me want to take a bite out of it, but I know it’s true intentions. It wants me to eat it so it can see me write in pain from its sourness and bitterness. Is this lemon some sort of trickster? No matter how ripe it gets, it still remains utterly disgusting if you eat it plain. The lemon sits on this desk, not moving, almost as if it is playing dead. It does this even though it has the power to immobilize a human for a few seconds. I try to think of the good things lemons bring. Maybe cleaning agents, smells, or food flavoring? I think of lemonade, but in the end, lemonade’s flavor is ninety percent sugar. There are not many food sources that house the exact flavor of a lemon other than a lemon itself. This makes it, along with the lime, one of the most unique and original fruits. I still hate lemons though.
Entry #2
Oops. I squished my lemon because it was at the bottom of my backpack. I don’t know if I should be sad or relieved. I think I should be happy since I hate lemons. The lemon looks to have lost some of its elegance from the first day. This is most likely from it aging. I wonder if it tastes even worse now, or if the inside is nasty. What if the lemon has perished? I wish I knew these things, but I do not because I have not cut into the lemon. It hides the inside with its vibrant exterior. I just thought of what a lemon would be like if it were more sweet. It would definitely be one of the most popular fruits to directly eat, alongside apples. Oh well, not like it matters anyways, since my mom is going to use it for dinner.