Tea undone

My limbs are heavy,
my palms are sweaty,
my heart is slow,
beating poison through veins.
Thy tea is ready,
Earl Grey,
with milk,
and a drop of sweet honey.
Some scones are ready,
one bite and I am happy.

Memories of an old world, through the rabbit hole of infantile emotions, within a blink of an eye, I am back in my cosy PJ, just to snuggle my favorite plush, a grey fluffy donkey. The only need of humans is to be loved and kept warm, safe, and cosy, and thers so much pain, when all we do is in vain.

Get over it, there is no adulthood, just more questions and less curiosity. Responsibilities, no one wants to approach, death lingers, every time, and forever.