to calm myself
from this anxiety of the usual
procrastination
the sighs are not
helping me
some packets of clean
air inside my lungs
are mere tourists
living the scene after
a view
somehow i tell my feet
we have to slow down a bit
my brain shall empty
everything
like a garage sale
selling everything at a cheaper
price
all these used and
second hand
beliefs
i rest upon a chair
put my feet at par with my eyes
my toes breathe
and listen to the
sensual classics
of Beethoven
it is 10: 07 in the morning
the sun is slowly climbing upon
a coconut tree
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