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25 jan 2019, Vagabond N7

Updated: Feb 25, 2019

Latte.


Tidal waves of self doubt.

Incredible amounts of guilt for things

which never happened

but could,

because you are that kind of person.

Shocking ignorance

and an ability to ignore the obvious.

Distrust, disbelief and cracked ambitions.

This is what's for breakfast.

No wonder I eat nothing until lunch.

At lunch, I get over myself and, frankly,

over anyone.

A strange sense of abandonment.

A perfect feeling of transparency.

A great degree of aloofness.

These are the secrets to a good meal.