milk and honey so intoxicating
to feel connected, amidst the silence, the solitude. yeah, i'm in assignment mode once again, when everyone else seems to be having fun but yourself. when your smiles seem forced, when your hope for the future seems unsubstantiated. there is however, a simple joy to all this. a nice metal mug of cold milk to the peace of nine-thirty-six in the morning. i'm the only one awake, and i could savour moments like these. where when it's between God and you, really somewhat, it feels like it's just the two of you. and you should talk, listen, and make somemore sense.
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