I sip on my green tea wishing for it to cleanse me. Wishing for it, to cleanse out the oils and the misery I consume. Wishing for it to break down my toxins. Wishing for it ... to cleanse the sections of myself that even I cannot reach.
A substance that supposedly detoxes the belly, but not strong enough to detox the soul
Not strong enough to take away my shadows, my doubt, my ego or my woes. A drink, not strong enough to hug my spirit at its loneliest hours. Yet, I sip .. praying the wet herbs that tickle my tongue shall unlock the gateway, or the path, or the door... to my soul.