A Simple Morning

Coffee dripping into the pot.

I sit there, in the window, thinking.

A cool breeze seeping into the kitchen through the open windows. .

I consistently ask myself the same question. “What do I want?”

“What life do I want to live?”

Since I was a little girl, I've had what I thought would be my life planned out.

Would the story continue how I'd planned?

would the plot disappear the second I'm in control of my life?

I've always had the overwhelming fear that I would ruin my life.

And that fear has controlled my choices forever.

My future is all I could think about, what about the now?

What if I don't make it to my future? Would my whole plan go to waste?

The coffee machine chirped at me, my coffee was ready.

Breeze still fanning through the kitchen.

No new thoughts made its way into my head, just the same old ones that come back to

overwhelm me.