Mornings are like cups.
They hold possibilities.
They hold warmth.
They hold the future.
In the cup is coffee.
Bitter.
Hot.
Biting at your lips and tongue.
Settle them with a teaspoon of sugar.
Like a drop of sunlight.
In the darkest of places.
c o f f e e w i t h s u g a r
Mornings are like cups.
They hold possibilities.
They hold warmth.
They hold the future.
In the cup is coffee.
Bitter.
Hot.
Biting at your lips and tongue.
Settle them with a teaspoon of sugar.
Like a drop of sunlight.
In the darkest of places.