Sip Or Die

I need to keep sipping. Water, and it needs to touch my tongue first. So that I can feel the water flowing inside me. Which brings life to my fingers and toes. As if the water is blood within me. And cools the numbness that is normally what flows through my veins. Sometimes, I need coffee. We all need coffee sometimes. In the morning, early, so early. Earlier every day. Sitting, and sipping. My hands are touching a cup. I can feel, I can feel ceramic. Cold ceramic. So I don’t die. I’m saving my life. Sitting here quietly. I’m saving my life every morning. Sipping, as if every sip is a breath. Sipping. All day, I’m sipping.