day 171

the morning is soft,
the sun still gentle,

i sit in a quiet house
eagerly devouring the silence
like a forbidden fruit.

all are asleep,
perhaps dreaming,
without desire for more.
no struggle for my attention,
nor needs to fulfill.

i simply sip my bitter coffee,
guide my pen,
and relax.


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