Bliss in a butterscotch coffee
One step at a time. Slowly the day unfolds and I find myself reaching for slighted memories. Not bad ones just the dazed moments unclear in a rushed time. So slowly I lay back to look over those letters, photographs and laughter echoes inside of my chest. Some parts are tears but I am not sad. Just feel, understand the confusion I had then and truly dig in knowing all will find a way out.
Terrible it may seem to some, to look back into a troubled past or even a solid yesterday. Only to glance to see where you could have done better. Maybe changed. Granted there is no taking back those times but at least in the hours of today you can find yourself reflecting on how the moments can be better, you can be better.
Minutes run into hours and before I know it my eyes snap up, releasing the moments of times gone. The glance outside and the silence I now hold, the mind is at ease. Deep words follow trails inside my brain but slowly they find their homes, in boxes I can lock away.
Its almost silly to explain that of which rolls my days. The echoes that shake my foundation. The people that mean so much to me. Yet I keep so much inside. What else can a person do? Alas I express where I can and hold onto things, words, memories that can separate.
As I begin to feel the wondrous affects of butterscotch coffee my soul is energized. All in hopes of wonder in a few hours. Not the enormous burst of energy just the wayward kind, mellow to say. So kind in the day has just been soft and comforting.
Imagine that friendships, walks, coffee, music and writing could be this blissful to me. Can you imagine such?
Terrible it may seem to some, to look back into a troubled past or even a solid yesterday. Only to glance to see where you could have done better. Maybe changed. Granted there is no taking back those times but at least in the hours of today you can find yourself reflecting on how the moments can be better, you can be better.
Minutes run into hours and before I know it my eyes snap up, releasing the moments of times gone. The glance outside and the silence I now hold, the mind is at ease. Deep words follow trails inside my brain but slowly they find their homes, in boxes I can lock away.
Its almost silly to explain that of which rolls my days. The echoes that shake my foundation. The people that mean so much to me. Yet I keep so much inside. What else can a person do? Alas I express where I can and hold onto things, words, memories that can separate.
As I begin to feel the wondrous affects of butterscotch coffee my soul is energized. All in hopes of wonder in a few hours. Not the enormous burst of energy just the wayward kind, mellow to say. So kind in the day has just been soft and comforting.
Imagine that friendships, walks, coffee, music and writing could be this blissful to me. Can you imagine such?
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