silent mornings…
I stare silently into the bottom of my coffee cup as the spirals begin to form.
I am lost for words.It’s calm and reposed. The stillness of my breath blankets
my mind. All my thoughts they fold and slip pass through my fingers and onto the
cold floor. Like glass they shatter and die.
I am lost for words.It’s calm and reposed. The stillness of my breath blankets
my mind. All my thoughts they fold and slip pass through my fingers and onto the
cold floor. Like glass they shatter and die.
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