Tap. Tap. Tap.
The floor rattles and vibrates
The coffee machine hisses
The radiator makes a click
Cars wander by, which
through the convoluted air pathway to get to my ears
the sound makes like ocean waves
A nice way to green wash road traffic
Again I arise
Early enough to see the dew
I've given up on whinging to myself of how little sleep I got
Sometimes I think clearer with less sleep
Goose bumps trickle up my arms
And the cold grabs my fingers
I rub my hands together to feel exactly how much warmth remains
Routine is the product of principle
Principle is something unnatural to the human I believe
It takes conscious effort to maintain
We retain discipline when it is held
Values, valor, past regrets
The edge of the darkness in the back of the head
Creeps in for a visit
Hi, it says, remember me? I'm still here
Sitting in the formless void
Amidst this fleshy fat
The me sits in the squiggle of tissue
That is a brain
And breathes
Bitter coffee
Slightly sweet
Not much sleep last night
Woe, poor darling
Today my mission involves
Traveling into the local town
Playing music to the sky
Earning a small amount of money for doing so
Then buying a few things
Today my list
Butter
Bread
Eggs
Cheese
Coffee
Possibly some vegetables of some description
Anything else I need to be mindful of?
The sun has peeked out its head for a moment
How I miss the sun
I love the winter cycles
I think they are appropriate for my disposition
A period of reclusivity
And a period of play
We get what we pay for
Even if we get a lot of love for very cheap
The payment of forms is always balanced
Unconditional love, creates chaos
Innocence breeds on chaos
We need chaos
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