Unwinding with feet sore from
the day that wore
them into the ground.
A glass of pinot grigio
crisp against my hand
as I take in the soft murmurs from the stereo.
I stand as a blend of carnation, sapphire, and tangerine
melt across the heavens.
A serene scene.
Birds sing their evening song
along with the sizzling pan.
Every taste bud tingles
as the liquid burns its way through.
Feed my belly,
Feed my soul,
as life slowly takes its toll with time.
Wishing the smell of garlic
was an object to devour already,
Lips being licked.
Waiting. Waiting. Always waiting.
Finally resting.
My body crouched with
each crevice of the couch
becoming one with the cushion.
Waiting. Sinking.
Escaping this reality.
Eyelids heavy
Then finally empty.
Life's A Movie 
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