fitful sleep, off dreams filled with crimson splashes and distant screams

woke up nearly as tired as when i went to bed, and the accursed hotel coffee is not helping matters

see i am a light roast man in a world of over acidic bold

the opposite of my mental state

acidic and bold with no filter, i would make the worst cup of java

no, not a morning of fantastical anthropomophic coffee and angular reason

a day for serious contemplation

these rogue poetic meanderings , no whimsical explorations into love and laughter and life

this is a good morning journey

letting you know i woke up with you firmly planted in my mind, that i cannot wait to get back from class and write for your eyes only

this is the pathetic ramblings of infatuation, blossoming love, and yearnng draped in over tired angst

this is a declaration of spending the day with you frolicking in the back of my mind

circular paths back to you, my daydream wunderkind, the poet that strums the chords in my mind