Me and a Mug
The feeling of a ceramic mug being formed.
Mental blocks, not normal.
Just the clattering of pencils as if they are a cure.
Taking time out of nothing.
Taking tempered emotions.
Stemming and steaming.
I have enough opportunities.
They said that.
I have enough capacity.
Struggles, and other swirling winds.
When the thoughts escape.
The doorway gets caved in.
The ceramic mug is formed.
Waits for the way cameras speak.
Not a soft sound.
Just the sun and back.
They say I should consider not making connections.
They say I make them confused.
My mental block is endless.
I wish people would stop trying.
If the cure was found…
Then the moon landing is endless as me.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2025
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