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Confessions of a Coffee Lover

Morning sunshine, you’re right on time.
It’s kind of late, like half past nine, but who cares?
Thanks for being there for me, I got no sleep and my eyes are serving abandoned cave teas. 125 more words



© 2016 Melinda Irvine

Wandering the busy roadside, I’d escaped the monsoon rains and found a little piece of solitude for the first time in days and days and days. 85 more words


Days (melancholy)

There are days, unceasing days with relenting chaos.

There are days when I feel like the world is waiting for me, stuck in a momentarily lapse of time, standing waiting for me to embrace the tangled ball of mess and pluck it apart thread by thread, piece by piece. 751 more words

3.51 pm 

When it says it’s 17 degrees outside, but you find yourself wearing clothes the same consistency as a 13.5 tog duvet.



Doors open, wind whispers

Cottonball clouds drift in pale blue

Reflections on early autumn afternoons