A Small Cup

I’d tip toe so that the floor would make noise. It could startle you and that’s not good. It’s also could cause an unnecessary stir to a fairly still moment. Peaceful steps came help settle a ground breaking moment. A lesson I’ve learned.

I waited to go use the restroom because I wasn’t sure movement was permitted. Even if you never told me it wasn’t I held a feeling that’s if I could hold it I should. A silence was noticeable and no needs were due to be met. Except mine. That’s what I thought.

These things taught many more lessons than I’ll never be able to ever show you but you’ll see.

In a child’s place was never a location I fancied being especially because I’d hear people say they hate when you go there and are that.

But this place of refuge and almost believed immunity is underdeveloped when describing the time sensitive “era”. It’s more praised as a place where no one around you is and there is a better energy than the one present. That being one of the most poisoned reasons why people want to grow up. In the child’s place there are no adult problems. Peter showed me otherwise.

We taught the machine how to clean but not because it wasn’t crafted fully capable. But because we had to become fully capable of performing that craft. I apply that theory to most thing I create.

An early cocoon of misunderstanding and lack of investigations turned into a case of concise pre requisite for the filtration of the air I let below my wings.

I walk on flat feet now so that who need to hear my next move can follow the steps. Only if I’m headed in theory direction.

I struggled to listen quietly enough to closely hear everything that isn’t said. I can only withstand a tempered degree so I may not be able to feel you. Some visions only go so far so I may not be able to see you.

With knowledge of these things do accep where we are? Are you able to change locations without going off the grid. Are you able to interpret and be misinterpreted?

You may now pour the tea.