sometimes that’s all i need.
a cup to soothe my mind, my body, my inside, my out.
nothing more, nothing less.
just a cup of warmth.
i went to the store today and bought a bottle of wine.
i thought it’s what i need.
i imagined going home and drinking a glass, an unwinding relax.
that bottle still sits on my counter, unopened.
and i’m still wound up.