8 months ago. Tuesday, May 27, 2025 at 7:42 PM
Coffee and smoke with Sunday's sunrise
All my water still safe, dammed behind bloodshot eyes.
Alone at the table, before my thoughts settle,
can't quite recall if I'm the pot or the kettle.
And the part of me aching to leave
fights with the part that don't really believe.
Don't overreact, but don't over deceive.
Guess I'll stay as long as they allow me to breathe.