With little to care

The cold air of my new bedroom is punctuated by the rich drifting aroma of burning candles and hot apple cinnamon tea. There is something so tranquil and pacifying about this. The stimulating gush in my sensory system sweeps the ink stains in my mind away and leaves behind a blank canvas. A fresh, blank canvas waiting to be filled with something new and lovely.. lest a clumsy stroke mars it.

For now, I'll remain joyfully sedated.