I do not need more caffeine.
I put in my time with the stiff rim of the cup.
I watered my plants with it, I filled my fish tank.
I thought I could not get enough, Cup after cup.
A beautiful habit with high stakes. My body an adrenaline filled shell and my mind an inkwell for the migraine pen.
Now in the silence, life is new again.
Time for tea, water and checking the direction of the trade winds.
I spoke to a pirate.
He spoke of distant lands with steady hands and told me tales of jumping beans.
