I woke up today to the sight of white sunflowers, the sound of happy birds
chirping, small murmurs from next door – the entire conversation echoing.
coffee, black with three sugars… it makes sense to add warm, butter-spread
steam bread on a side plate. hot grits on the stove, combined with butter in a
bowl smells divine. a repeat of yesterday’s Friends; Ross finally caught by Rachel in his love for her as I prepare to visit my friends to finish yesterday’s
game of double dutch that had to be cut short because the street lights came on
what I consider better days are.
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2:05AM : Thoughts I Never Said
PoetryPoetry - like book based on thoughts, feelings, emotions I sought inspiration from. A "vent" book if you will, hoping some of the pieces here can relate to at least one person. 🖤
