i realized this morning that i like eating breakfast especially when the morning is cloudy and slightly tinged with rain. breakfast is peaceful and full of discoveries even after a painful night of emotional excavation. apple pie on my tongue with the salty taste of sausage is a beautiful conflict and sometimes i wish i can stand other faces of conflicts like that sensation.
unfortunately i am not that whole yet but i'm getting there.
hand in your hand.
heart in your heart.
a little bit like the embrace
of maple on sausage.
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