Today I woke up, before the lazy Sun could burn me.
The sluggish, thinned, as I drank, the
foreign coffee. Brewed, in cladding, and the beverage burnt my languid
mind. My soul in my body, must be unaccustomed, early morning are times, I
never encounter reality. My body is used to a ruffling and ratting, a chaotic
day. The morning rays speaks to me in ways; afternoon bitter rays never did. I sense,
a plopping vibe, as if I got powers with no listeners. Words sounded like
hymns, as I speak to God, or to myself. Holed ears, a portal to my existence,
percolating nauseous.
After few mins, everything seemed uninteresting,
much more awkwardness spawned. Blah, I will never wake up early again
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