Today the milk boiled and overflowed from the mug all over the stove. It irritates me so much. It's as if it had vandalized the walls with streaks of scarlet, revealing just how far away my head is from the rest of my body. And then, when the milk spills over from too much heat, my head finds its way back to my neck, feeling stupid, feeling useless, And now it's tears that spill over breakfast.
(How am I supposed to start a day like this? How am I supposed to laugh at it, when I'm the clown in this great circus?— And I'm so tired of being one.)
Maybe adding coffee to the milk will wake me up to life.
-Ariel ( @whispersforher)











