it's always coffee, neutralizing my worries and comforts. its subtlety that stays and stays. it isn't a flash of euphoria or a defeated after effect.
sunday mornings are worth picking apart, gently. the date, the weather, the company, the setting, the garments, the calmness, the mentality, the words.
love the agony, write it out till its creation sounds more beautiful than to attain.
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