#185-Layers
01/02/2018
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Fading images.
Evaporating dreams.
Morning is here.
I feel rattled.
My linear mind reaches for echoes,
I cannot hear.
The coffee is bitter and hot,
Scorching my mouth.
Blurry-eyed I step outside,
As thoughts vanish into the sky.
Lingering silence, insignificance, inexplicable tears…
Good morning world.
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