EXHALING CATALYSTS

Chilling thoughts of reality

Note: I love this. I can totally relate. This is divine writing.

darkhorsepoet:

Coffee burns the skin in the grip of my hand

my knuckles, chilled blue and rattling

in the winter wind

my hand out the window

the streaming, steaming tracers

of thoughts and caffeinated heat

her big blue eyes and wild mind

her full smile and upraised voice

I’d leave everything for her

but I say that every time

I bring my hand back into the car,

my mind back to reality

and try to focus on contentment

the grass is never greener

because I destroy the lawn

wherever I tread