11.21.2014

the extraordinary ordinary

the mundanity of mornings off. 
when you wake up to a late alarm and don’t even bother to wipe crust from your eyes. it’s raining today, and the sound of drops and smell
of earth is potent in your nose. there’s no rush, yet there’s an impending stress to complete works, start projects, think up projects, make 
grocery lists in your mind —
there is little time for silence when thoughts are filling empty spaces. you sit on your bed with morning coffee, looking out onto a
landscape of wet eucalyptus, while nutty aroma licks your face. yet you fail to notice all of this life, this encapsulated and forever bursting
beauty — was all made for you. the train has departed.

you put down your mug and turn on your computer, lost in the iridescent glow of a craved reality which will never arrive.

2 comments:

  1. thats actually whats happening to me now. only that my coffee doesnt really taste that nutty but has a lot of foam just like I like it. the words are so very beautiful and poetic yet precise.. <3

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    1. I'm really glad you can relate. Thank you for the compliment, modge!

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