I sit some days, with coffee spilling over my cup and seeping into the soft rug. We can never be sure of the stars in our hearts if we have nothing to grasp, so why not let the mug fall and reach for the cigarettes.

There are reasons why our souls are so connected, like bits of grapes in the wine barrels. It reminds me of the scent of autumn.

I have forgotten what it is like to hate, you see, for foggy mornings and fireplaces tell me that I am all that is in the stars. They help me find my way.

So on rainy days and coffee mornings, remember one thing: you are not what they think you be.

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