oh no
this green tea in the morning
is real nice
i don’t know if it’s
the warmth
as the outside is
so damn cold
or if it’s
simply having tea
which i know may help
decrease this
inflammation
or if it’s
doing something
different
with my morning
or a factor i haven’t found yet
but this tea is
real nice
right now
i completely forgot
for a moment there
that some people drink
hot things
in the morning
and i got so confused
and concerned
seeing some sort of gas roiling
above kip’s mug
but it’s just steam
from their tea
how silly of me
how silly of me
i don’t feel like writing
but i don’t feel like not writing
like i have things to say
but i’m not aching to say them
like all my past lives have caught up with me
and instead of blocking them out
they came in
and we had tea
and chatted till they had to leave
and some of the conversation was important
and some of it was fluff
and some of it got out
what i’m constantly trying to get out
and the emotional hangover hasn’t caught up with me
yet
but i can feel it approaching
i can feel it encroaching
i can feel it coming
for me
a puppy
eating ice cream
and then the whole container
what a treat
~~~
sometimes i worry
that i’m wasting my writing talents
on publishing in a blog
but then i am reminded
of folks who may have thought
i wasted my acting talents
on community theatre
and who is wasting
and who is benefiting
in either of those situations?
is it simply
elitist?
classist?
or simply the whole vibe of white supremacist culture
to give some places
more standing
than others?
i suppose what i’m saying is
tho i wish more folks would read my words
and i saw more accolades and admissions of quality
(moreso for my own validation/vindication/curiosity)
i’ll continue to place it
here
for anyone to come across it
who may want or need it
(including me)
~~~
late night writing
(ok
again
not really that late)
toasty fireplace
cozy tea
coffee ready to be placed in the fridge
for tomorrow morning
when i’ll write all over again
kipventures 