As I was buying another cup of brew, my epiphanies jolted me. How come I've never noticed how much coffee I've been taking lately when these days I only alternate between a caffeine-filled state or a decaffeinated one and nothing in between? Sometimes I worry about calories and all that superficial stuff. Other times, I simply gape at how much liquid I can take in and gulp it all down anyway. How did coffee-drinking become routine instead of ritual?
In my own little godless world, Coffee along with the Unknown are worshiped. Supposedly. Apparently, not anymore. The desecration of my little gods worry me. I have been an ant living on phone conversations, text messages, and Facebook updates from friends. I know I'm going to get screwed coming here but I never knew I'll be screwed this bad to the point of losing joy over that coffee cup.
In my own little godless world, Coffee along with the Unknown are worshiped. Supposedly. Apparently, not anymore. The desecration of my little gods worry me. I have been an ant living on phone conversations, text messages, and Facebook updates from friends. I know I'm going to get screwed coming here but I never knew I'll be screwed this bad to the point of losing joy over that coffee cup.
I need my coffee back. My cigarettes. My conversations. Conversations without excuse, without explanation. Conversations so raw and fragmented I know I am understood. I miss my coffee and the conversations that make it holy.
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can't wait for October. that's a double treat. Birthday month and Camiguin month! haha. coffee and conversations amegah! ^_^
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