• penitdown 30w

    mundane monday
    so are the days that follows
    nothing changes when you are at it
    turn your back for a second and the
    milk is already spilt - cascading foam
    ellie licking it

    resting against left
    vapour makes way out steadily
    matching second hand sliding against green
    million thoughts (may be more) swims
    one bobs up
    a distinct whisper
    “you are pulled towards him because he is a chaos challenging your mundane”
    another says
    “monotony’s a bliss”