Mount Eerie
Turmoil
In the morning it feels like coming into a clearing and the disorientation lingers only for a breath. I hold the thought, a coal glowing on the wet ground, not long enough to stay in this vision of crawling out between the cracks in understanding that permeate the day, and tomorrow. So I make coffee while looking out the window and notice that I can’t remember when or if I woke up.
From Letras Mania