coffee cup, stubbed toes and the broken spoken English.

The gleaming glimmering rays

The dirty glass and the half pulled shades

The twigs, the leaves and the broken bottles

Lead me straight to this.

 

The words on the front page

The rebuttals and the doomsday prophecy

The coffee cup, the stubbed toes, and the broken spoken English

Have me questioning everything.

 

It can be described as nothing less

Than the world’s most perfect morning

With all it’s flaws and scrambled signs and micro panic attacks

The message remains unchanged

 

This is my life.

Reviews

[I Cast a Shadow]

Nice. Read this while listening to Horace Silver's "How Did It Happen". That worked very well. Perhaps you should give it a try. ;)

[bob, small b. aka invs]

with all of its stubbed toes and panic attacks, life is good. even when it sucks, it's good.