I’ve grown to fond to the aroma of coffee floating around the house and sun shining through the slits of my blinds in the early morning. Something about radiant rays warming up my body and scanning outside leaves me in serenity; eased against the cushion of pillows as the coffee warms my stomach. I need that moment where breaths are refreshing and for a second dead weight is lifted off my shoulders. At some points these words that I spew are regurgitated back—not saying everything all at once but savoring it for another day where sense is made.

My fingers twirl the smoke leaking from lit cigarettes into circular rotations until the mist of it all starts to disappear in the air. Everything has some sort of understanding, but I tend to blank it all out until it affects me. Misinterpreting a few things here and there, although, it will grab my attention.