09 nov 2018, The Crypt Café

Espresso.


So you just thought you could win.

You were so ready for a medal, your

entire being

reaching out, stretching for that autonomous victory.

You were already crowned, in your eyes.

You were oh, so ready for the glory,

but not the sweat, not

for tears.

Winning is taxing.

Winning is taking all that you are

making it into a crumble,

mashing it into gold,

then throwing it all out

and starting again.

Winning is a process.

Losing takes less time.




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