Starbucks before takeoff

I enter the rupture of calamity, unmesmerized by the stained glass of a five-year-old clock. The provocative thoughts are like bread tamed in fire. The two flawless alignments of pews guide me to the rug of infinity, whilst my emotions delight at the sacred rooftops and the book of Life. Feather-like footsteps discern the enlightenment as the girl in a white t-shirt and gray shorts unfurls the silence. You stand behind my back and place your cold hands on my eyes.  Thank you for being part of my Monday. I debated waking up early. Before it's too late, I wanted to make sure to kneel down and pray for my beautiful family. Come and join me.

 A clinical time on the train to Michigan freezes at the movement of her boots. You knock on my seat for an alliance. The wasted times lure the line of agreement between our white socks. And your blue gaze. May entice the lines of freedom, laundries of bitterness, so as my reunion with the dead sea. Life starts with a handshake—submissive but evangelizing my colors of blanket to the times of the writing stage. You cover my eyes, and the countdown starts. Forget about every single pain you grieved and held onto. Tears don't forget, but the white fur of my jacket is here to let go and forgive. Bring peace and let the time between you and me be the new beginning. Follow me.