As I sit on this breakfast table
morning still Somber, out the window
my thoughts cruise, imagination able
exploring a world of dreams.
As the past and present give rise to hypotheticals
A Tea That Tastes Of Nostalgia
breakfast churning,
making these thoughts butter
as I sit on this breakfast table.
Head stuck in a void
consciousness in Somber. Perhaps, sober
witness to all my thoughts, coasting by;
intruding into the future;
carelessly getting lost in the past
where nostalgia lasts
Feeling nostalgic?
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