Is it an illusion? Have I taught my brain to?
When I think about you, I think of your capacity
I think of the capacity to satisfy my comfort levels
Your color never matters, your depth does
It does matter because when I look at you, I see a contributor to my comfort levels
I see something that has the potential of ruining a day that started all well
I see something that has the potential to worsen a cold episode
So when I look at you, you are not just a bowl, with you comes comfort and I want to get it right!
With Love from my keyboard