04.23.07.9:01pm Fluidic Cycle
It's a slow, gradual cycle. Fill body with black, caffinated sludge, sugared, just pour it down. Drink too much anyways, some days. Gotta cut down that 2-cup-a-day habit. Heavy, dirty feeling somewhere deep down, hard to tell exactly. Mouth gritty and teeth coated in a coffee-slick.
Gets to be enough, so you reach into the cabinet, pull out some of the little bags, crushed leaves and whatnot. Flowers? Hibiscus. Water and honey, and it's like a Zen thing. Purification. Good for you. It's a comfort thing. Sip it slow, nice and hot. Thankful for microwaves, but wish sometimes for the time and materials to do it the old-fashioned way. Teapot, little sugar tin, some cookies maybe. Who does that anymore? Shame, really.
Gets to be enough, so you reach into the cabinet, pull out some of the little bags, crushed leaves and whatnot. Flowers? Hibiscus. Water and honey, and it's like a Zen thing. Purification. Good for you. It's a comfort thing. Sip it slow, nice and hot. Thankful for microwaves, but wish sometimes for the time and materials to do it the old-fashioned way. Teapot, little sugar tin, some cookies maybe. Who does that anymore? Shame, really.