Welcome to my Nest

Morning sun rays sliding merrily through the window as I raise the roller blind. If only I could get rid of this useless questioning interiority that spoils my perception of the simple things with its pointless cerebral neediness. Be quiet, I say, I'm trying to enjoy breakfast. My friend told me I have a good anchorage, but that it also hinders creativity. What's being myself if the self itself is multiple selves at once? The toaster popping sound jolts me out of my thoughts. The cat is strugglingly opening the pane with its tiny foot (yes it can), it thrusts its head through the slot, hops inside, and starts strolling like a lion in the kitchen, roaring meows claiming its breakfast too. My café au lait is ready. Time to numb this mind with a news analysis podcast.

petals bow with dew your silence fills the garden morning learns to ache

find myself listening to music i loved years ago and i realize i still am her