Today’s cup is filled with day-old coffee. I drink it resolutely, and view the day with tired eyes.
This boy asked if I was writing a book. The response would’ve held all the heat and bitterness contained within my cup, so I saved my answer for another day.
“There will be a book that includes these pages,
and the one who takes it in his hands will sit staring at it
until he feels you holding him
and writing through him.”
-Rilke’s Book of Hours
Rejection should’ve had this sweet soloist’s face.
Day-old coffee. Yuck. I hope today is better. Lucky for you, your soloist looks pretty inspiring.