midnight coffee break
stormed in thoughts
put aside on doilies too old to look like lace
they smell like dust,
collecting on my thoughts.
in all the lush books
ripe with characters and monologues
i wish i could be the one who
shatters common perception's point
like a renovated building corner.
water. storms of flashflood weather
break apart my inhibitions
like a tightrope made of ice.
Where I once walked, I melted creases in my path,
and I fell through as time wore on.
Just to sit back here,
sipping on midnight thoughts while my
former self collects dust.
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