Forgotten in Fog
Feeling the weight of your world
Floating towards sky
NOTES
A pre-Friday workday, car-sitting, fog-enshrouded haiku.
Some days I sit in my car and wonder what the fuck I’m doing with my life, and then I realise I need to work.
The weight of it all lifts when I drown in the largest coffee I can find.
All is well until it is not. I keep placing one foot in front of the other.
C & K 