Thoughts & Poetry

Musings Over Breakfast


When was the last time I had an actual breakfast?

When was the last time I was able to sit quietly alone reading a book I actually like without worrying that I’d have to be somewhere later in the day?

Most of all, when did I last had a warm cup of coffee?

So long ago that it feels new and surprisingly, I love it.

Here’s to waking up early this 2017! ☕️

Good day!

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