03 oct 2018, Ground Coffee Society

Updated: Oct 17, 2018

Flat white.


Sometimes insecurity is a sprinter,

jogging through my mind

aspiring to set the best time

in driving me mad.

And more often

insecurity is a marathon runner.

Grinding its ugly, decaying teeth

and knowing

it will get me, at one point.

Because the trouble is

I don't know how to

pace.




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