cleansed and collected

under covers in darkness

unclothed and careless

breathing in the silence

stirring the stillness

with my very breath

Blurry eyed

Screen locked on Prose

Sipping coffee

Gazing out the window

At pine trees

Pasted on

Drizzling white skies

High on carbonara,

Spice flies words onto screen,

Licked lips,

Flicked a bay leaf

Flayed,

Spread across the kitchen counter.

delicately

daywandering

propped

upon pillows

considering consideration

slow-winding

sips

of

cherished chocolate

and thinking thoughts

are my greatest goals

Sitting.

Reading.

Listening.

Writing.

Silently judging.

My thoughts a swamp without end.

I am my own worst enemy.

An author.