In The Morning

My mind is a mess in the morning – fragments of dreams rising in wisps of smoke, trying to smudge out the anxieties painted across my mental walls in that moment between sleep and wakefulness – between “Am I?” and “I am.”

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Just Little Green Buttons

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In The Morning

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