Brown flecks of cinnamon float gracefully on top of your vanilla latte.
With one stir of your spoon, the small colony of spice is forced into a fluid dance,
resembling synchronized swimmers in a sea of brown silk.
Staring into the over-sized cup, your eyes become blurry.
For once, your problems seem to settle at the bottom of your caffeine-filled snack.
With the last sip, you recognize them as that brown mush that never dissolved.
Wash it down the sink and move on;
it's not worth worrying about.
Brown sludge is never worth worrying about.
Love and happiness <3 Holly