mornings

Mornings

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Mornings Uncorrupted by fantasies Nor diluted with anxieties Purged by the night Of all insanities Mornings are full Of a rare simplicity The tea tastes great That seems to lose it’s soul As the day progresses Sky visible from windows Is touched by heavenly grace Walls of one’s house Bed bedding and everything that’s close … Read more

A regular morning of a person suffering from Connective Tissue Disorder

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Surfacing from a nightmarish dream for a hundredth fraction of a second, I submerged deep into another, seamlessly. Senseless images kept moving across in a blur. Images that were not even connected with each other in any way. They meant absolutely nothing. And I had no control to any degree, over myself and over the … Read more