Ash Wednesday! Sunffine
written by: Ash Catcher
Sunday sunny afternoon.
Cup of iced/ hot coffee.
Caffeinated beyond recommended doses.
Doesn't matter what the bean is as long as it's roasted.
Cause nothing gets my seratoin going these days.
Things are happening around me, and it's getting kinda strange.
Timelines collapsing, things I shouldn't know.
Intertwining with Characters from chapters almost forever ago.
And with everything getting darker, and not much more coming to light.
I Still feel like I am stuck inside, like 2 years ago- hidden out of sight.
The Cost of living is rising, but two things I know are still for certain.
I'll still spend my hard earned cash on caffeine, and gasoline.
I feel like a ghost if I am not moving, and exploring.
Been a minute since we kicked it.
Hello canned latte let's go for a $50.00 joyride.
Lately I’ve been having some better days, which makes me glad I stopped pleasing others- and quit.
Being so entertaining to one-sided ness, flakey pastry, touch and goes all the skepticism and side eye.
Java jackets, cause when I go through withdrawal I get super cold.
Doesn’t matter what I drink- could you please define what makes your coffee bold.
Flavor notes, cool- I don't really care right now.
Just inject that hot caffeinated, coffee, concoction through my veins- however much is legally allowed.
I’ll take a slow drip, give me that slow release.
Build up a tolerance, beg for relief.
The headaches are fucking murder.
If I am coming off semi snarky, and sarcastic it’s not you I am a New Yorker.
Sick of relying on sunny days- its been rather really hot, and rainy lately.
I Will most likely quit caffeine if, and when I ever make it to eighty.
I got some time, so I better get used to sitting with this addiction.
My vices are fewer now but they all thankfully still bring some relief, and infliction.
Not necessarily numbing out with my morning cup of coffee.
But add a cigarette, then we are cooking with something saucy.
Sun, smoke, fire, and warmth, and too much burned.
All opposite of my usual cold watery self, re-coded, rebranded., reformed.
Oral preoccupation, way too much self love.
I am sick of my hands, they are beyond numb.
And plastic doesn't do the trick.
Craving something a bit more thick and slick.
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