I sit and sip from this shining two ounce glass that sits on
the plastic wooden table.
It has been a good number of
glasses as I now am transported
into an alternate mind state.
No my eyes are not glowing
Which means I’m not the avatar.
That makes me a little sad because
I’d love to bend the elements to my will.
I would love to create a fire that would rival the heat of a supernova
Flow like a river on a full moon
Take flight into the sky like an air nomad
Or bend the earth to my disposition.
I hope what I’m writing is making sense
because this would be awkward
if it did not. A night out with friends
Now concludes at the magical realm known as Waffle House.
Moral of this? Waffles are amazing