Ode to you.

a cold foggy morning is all i asked for.

coffee in hand and breakfast in the other. 

little speakers in my ears that are permanently attached to my soul 

       it’s my precious thing.


the bright sun peeks out to say hello, 

and after a while gets bored and goes back into hiding. 

i miss it sometimes but the cold is my first. 



so many lights.

city seeker, nature walker, experimenter. 

all are welcome. 


layers of fabric touch my skin.

and i’ve missed that warmth. 


today, i’m happy. 


“Live like your dying and never stop trying.

it’s all you can do, use what’s been given to you.”


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