#185-Layers

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.