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Thank you Styxian, They are really like balloons i agree!
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Read MoreAs the light plays tag across the morning dewI look out the window and to the day's possibilitiesNow, if I can get from here to thereDeep breath, it's not my fear that holds meNot the wounds of yesterdayThoughts going...
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One more cup of coffee…. I understand the procrastinations. How is can be riding on a person’s back to delay things you want to do and accomplish.
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Thankyou Damian
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Thank you Fia. Have a great day this day!
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Sometimes the pause takes longer than we expect.
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That is true some mornings. Thanks Willow, hope you have a wonderful Labor Day weekend.
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There’s a relatable tug-of-war here between wanting to move forward and finding every comfortable excuse to stay exactly where you are, with the sun and clock quietly reminding the speaker that time isn’t waiting. The last “One more cup of coffee” is the perfect little surrender—it undercuts all that determination with the wonderfully human truth that sometimes the first step is just another damn cup of coffee.
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Thank you Mr. Case. I think I’ll have another now! Have yourself a wonderful day.
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Sounds like a cadence call while traveling through the forest of concrete. How we can get lost so easily even when we know where we are. Our heads are balloons, they break free sometimes.
Tight rhymes within this little gem. Great read, Bat.