Wednesday, 17 November 2021

Mental recitals

I am

Sitting under a small weight of soft quilts
Feeling a rapid coolness soaking my face
that is wrapped under a thin film of slimy sheet mask
with promises of hydration
I smirk
We shall see, I say.

I am

Besieged with thoughts that no one will understand
Surrounded by two sleepy cats
Alone in my bed

I am

Investing a few moments
To check out some restaurants
Where I will lunch this Friday
with a friend

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