Another day another chance to get it right
The snow fell softly on my sleeping bed last night. Drifting down slowly, dancing in the moonlight and piling up in anticipation of the breaking day. This morning like each morning was soft, sweet, and cold. My mind lied to it's self and I let it tell me I was somewhere else. Music my morning coffee, the frozen air my morning meal. Like a winter rose I'm a victim of the fall, but I'm soon returning.
posted by Judge of the Whetten's at 11:35 AM
5 Comments:
How beautifully poetic you are. I didn't know you drank coffee.
it doesn't say he drinks coffee, it said that music was his morning coffee
Yummmmmmmmmmmmm, music is good morning coffee!
Music is my 24 hour coffee... nice to see you writing again.
Judge, wtf is your phone number? I need to call ya bro.
-Dave
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