I got up this morning and poured hot water into a cup. Filled to the brill and dropped a tea bag. Earl grey. The scent reminds me of the red sunrise in the January mornings. The cold mist hugs the buildings surrounding my 5th floor view.
With each slip I can feel the comfort. The non-annoyance. The hot travels down my throat. Gives me warmth. Soothing yet leaves the slighty non-comfortable black soot rattling my spine. The knowledge. The naked truth hurdles into and onto my mind. Petty. Endless crowds of stupidity struggling to squeeze into the container. Pretending to fit into this lifestyle.
I look down into my cup. Slight resemblance of the past drawn on the surface. No milk no sugar. I enjoy the raw hit of truth. Watching the evolution of stupidity, grace itself around the container people.
© Halmat Ferello 2010
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