Woke up this morning at 6:30 and it was cloudy but hot. Kissed my pillow good morning, grabbed some coffee from the pot.

It was yesterday's and it was cold. I didn't mind cause since she left, I need it extra bold.

See that solitary twisted tree? it's actually an image of me.

(random thoughts from an early Friday morn, which might turn into a song or a short story)