Around breakfast time
Since it’s sunny out, I leaned in, opened my laptop, and turned on the sound
of rain. Something about this feels like lighting incense before I even sit
cross-legged. With the rain sounds on, everything else just quiets down except
for the toast. I’m just sitting here, munching slow.
In the heat
of the day
Earlier, I squeezed a glass of calamansi juice while my roommate
went all in with a pitcher of four seasons. I’m sitting at my study table,
swirling the glass, enjoying the soft clicks of the ice cubes inside. It’s a
quiet habit that never grows old.
Dear Friend
You always have your notebook.
You’re always writing,
like it’s how you make sense of things.
A doctor of words,
with a well-loved notebook.
I tried it
today, writing my day out.
Kinda messed it up, but I liked messing it up.
You’re the
writer.
I’m the dabbler.
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