Dirunal

coffee in the morning pumps your blood,
wake you up.

coffee in the evening,
numbs your eyes.
keep the mind in a frenzy state,
then you'll end up with insomnia.

you are all lone,
in the middle of the night.
out of the window,
the city is sleeping peacefully.
soothing dimmed lights,
reflect a sense of serenity of the dreaming souls.

the anticipation of tomorrow,
the end of one more day.
the brace of moonlight with the street lamps,
the work of man with nature.

in my favorite teacup,
i place a bag of chamomile.
as i rush my boiling water into the cup,
to wash the flavors,the mellow essence to calm my nerves.
normally,i'll add in a teaspoon of honey to heighten the taste,
but not tonight.

as i lie on my bed,
i think of what kind of wishful thinking i can have.
these thoughts, will turn into dreams.



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