My thought pattern needs refreshing.
Sibella Publications/ Luminous Wisdom/ Jacqui Ray The hot cup of tea that sat on the bench looked like something I would drink, it echoed me. It echoed the remaining factions of the old me. I summon up the courage to take it and throw it down the sink. I don’t want the same; I want new, I want change. I want compatibility for a new me. The hot cup of tea represents the old. The longing for change came once the new year entered. I smelt the percolated coffee and it hit me for six. I wanted gumption to evolve, I wanted the finer points in life to showcase what was really out there. Time stands still for those that wait, others put on a brave face and face the world in a different way. That hot cup of coffee that percolates on the bench shows the real me, it shows the fire inside. The boy stood the test of time only to be told he was no good, that was not to be me. I wanted a lanyard that could swing back and forth without letting go.That lanyard would hold me steady while I ...