contebosch

Measure your convictions. Tortured souls are cursed to follow the same path. Apathy is to deny the divine. Wish secretly. She waits. Sitting at an open window. Watching. Staring at nothing. In front of her is a cup of tea steaming. Legs crossed at the feet. The quiet. She tests how hot it is and tries to cool it with her breath. Lips pressed close. The stream whips back. Her first sip. Lightly she tastes. Still too hot. She can't wait and burns the tip of her tongue. It's a ritual. Another day has begun.