Tag: anxiety
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Teacup
Sweet, warm peace. Morning comfort, warmth, forward Scoop, scoop, scoop, steamy, swirly On the surface, it calls me to “Enjoy the little things.” Command or question? Endless loop of should, should, should. Drive to drown in my teacup Don’t go there. Return to the staccato of steel drums at sunrise. Ceramic reverberations, undulations. The undoing?…
Here and There 