Tea
07/01/2003 07:05 a.m.
Well today was a total daze,
and it went by like the summer wind.
I sit here sipping over a cup of tea.
The sweet tang of plum and berry swish
in my mouth.

I ponder over the lost conversations
that seem to be burned in my head.
A memory of past and present.
I see a montage dedicated to a
woman that I adore that lace my walls.
She is not real cause that would be creepy.
Rather she is a fictional person with
a list of artists who pine over her as I do.

So I sit sipping tea and taste the bitter
reality of being alone and drinking tea
alone.
I am currently Bummed