Lipped surface touches the mold of my coffee-stained lips
Soundless drops pound circularly outside endless in their pursuit of finding a home within the ocean, cyclical
Like the feel of the matte soup cup too big to hold with nothing but the strongest four-tipped finger press
Muffled sounds crescendoing to a cacophony of silence
Peaceful.
Sips taken flow warmly down my throat covered in chocolate bitterness,
Smiles and space surrounded by lives lived on their own each unique, each separate yet still connected.
Overwhelming at first but we’re the same shared consciousness decisions made in unison
We are all here.
Soft lit interior as I am reminded of other places
other moments,
gently lapping waves in the same way at a different time
yet still appreciating the rain.
I realize the moment of the fall choosing my path I remember how my life has veered in topsy-turvy directions
A faint tug of weight held by the love of a life I now have bound to,
Golden, Round, and Heavy,
Circular
Cyclical
Cozy.
Milkshake Thoughts 