Tea sipping in the morning of a day I used to forget. Give me a way out of the motions I call my own and the habits I can’t keep to myself. Tell me no more than I need to know because I don’t know if trust is a thing that can take up home in this space. Knowing myself is a hard look in the mirror I try not to do as often because the way it looks me in the eye is always stronger than I’ll ever be, critical only of my mistakes. Take me to a place I forced out of my dreams and no longer sought as reality.