which way do i go?
i exhaust my options,
tire them out til the only one with life
becomes my answer.
how do i start my morning?
drinking coffee
half a cup down, warm it with more
full to the top.
where do i live?
in my kitchen,
where my mind and hands work together
feeding my soul.
how do i get through the day?
on my own,
what ever that means,
i dont know who i am yet.
