The girl form the room eats her yoghurt and honey
Scraping the edge of the bowl with precision
Taking little pieces of the edge of the blob that is her breakfast
Slowly consuming as an animal first using a spoon
The wall is filled with designs
Patterns repeat
A rose, a flower, a cat tail
Some leaves
The little chickens arouse from their morning
All the hustle and bustle is getting them hooked on the idea of attention again
The wind it comes
The trees they sway
The air stays warm
This body has fast moving blood
The coffee, sweet and bitter
This is something I've been doing for years
And to have someone so close question what and why and how
To impose an authority on it, as though I need their approval to continue
Then not to receive the approval entirely
Well I find that slightly offensive. Don't you
Or quite possibly this whole excursion is in my head
And I should just do what I do
And not regard what is around me
Not be so empathic
Just be me
What is me?
With such a big gaping hole in my soul that can filled with anything
My voice is very gentle
I've noticed how people react to a different tone of voice
A gentle tone
I'm naturally gentle at this moment
We aren't logical
To assume that human's behave logically is a grave error
She has to read her apple book tonight
This is apparently of key importance
I love myself
Love yourself
Everybody today, practice the moment and enjoy yourself in love
Nothing can move me from love.
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