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.
The temper of time shall corrode this lingering form, While the softness of final breath carries the scent of life once more. As the flickering golden light of the sun fades into silver dusk, These melted wings shall fall into the deep silence of the sea.
I'm in my feels and Billy Eyelash is making my heart do stuff