Tea & Bliss

Wed, 07/10/2013 - 21:20 -- j2theng

I sunk in my new bed filling my mind with water
Opening my hands but closing my eyes
Swallowing an unfamiliar taste of salt
The records playing in the background,
telling us how to feel
Rather, you see, I pick up my tea
Closing my hands, opening my eyes
Feeling nothing in a familiarity
I tear my map slowly and carefully
Watching the crowd fight to collect the pieces
and the noises try to drown me
Rather, you see, I pick up my tea


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