Coffee Is Life

Today I noticed how beautiful the sky was. In the morning I looked up and saw grey and heavy chunks of cottonwool. They were so close to the ground. I thought they were the reason for that cold wind. They were to blame for freezing my cheeks and coloring them red. When I rushed back home. I saw how it was bright and shiny.  I smiled as it reminded me of summer and my careless times. Now it is dark. The moon is the only glimpse of light up there.  The rest is dark and hollow. My eyes are begging me to let them shut, my body is quietly sobbing.

- to all of you who can’t let go 

It’s innocent beige bud looks so heavy on its thin crooked leg. If your fingers meet the flower, they feel softness. However, be careful while running your finger tips down its leg. The beauty attracts and many cannot resist.

With time the bud drys down to the core and then, one by one weightless petals slowly drift through atmosphere towards the bottom, where they will lie till the time wears them out and they vanish away as if never existed.

This type of walks was usual for me, i adored getting lost in my thoughts while managing my way through the labyrinth of those tiny, narrowed streets. Only, I always had a plan, it was clear where and what for I was going. This time I just didn’t want to stay in one place, it was equal to death at the moment. I knew that sharing the empty flat with my own solitude will have its impact on my overthinking.

For a while I tried to hold on to my own thoughts so I could write them down afterwards, but I am pretty sure I forgot more than a half.

Then I remembered the book I’ve read. It was a heavy brick of five hundred pages. But it’s plot was echoing deep inside me with warm memories. I don’t like the feeling of finishing books, especially good ones. It always makes me sad when I realise I will no longer spend hours absorbing the story I enjoyed so much. The events from the plot slip through my fingers and escape the moment my eyes meet the final point. But what differs a good story from the rest, that it changes you, it leaves you a grand package of something new...

As i was walking through the narrowed streets, that in their fin would lead me to the seaside, I found myself on the square. It was enclosed in between ancient buildings, each side consisted from cafes and restaurants filled with tourists. There was a group of dancers getting ready for their street performance. Tired of walking tourists were slowly drifting towards the music and then joining the crowd waiting for some entertainment. I passed them pretty quickly, avoiding crashing into someone.

I still didn’t quite understand if sad and depressive music was helping, but I just couldn’t force myself to listen to anything else. Moreover, I didn’t want any external noises to distract me. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t helping...

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Driven by our passions,

Running with blindfolds on.

We all are chasing something, longing for

The fin

Yet never reach satisfaction

When we reach the end.

- people. People. People.

We think we are young, dumb and free

But it is alcohol fooling with us.

Our bodies are driven by music,

and Our Minds conducted by lust.

Two bodies are longing one for another

These two became one.

The light blindfolded your eyes

The darkness swallowed your body

And all you can see are the most beautiful curves 

lips and white teeth

Smiles on their faces. 

When the heartbeat diagram projects a straight line, the heart stops. And you will no longer have time to say how much you loved and cared. If it wasn't for the ups and downs who will love you back?

Every breakdown makes you stronger. Due to each sob, you lose a tiny bit of pain and pressure. It results in your body converting into a hollow container. So now you have to fill it in again, knowing that the starting point is the hardest. But think about the sun, it arises from darkness to highlight dull and heavy clouds, to convert them into the weightless candyfloss painted in the most beautiful colours. The same way your fight against the pain sculptures your exquisiteness and sophisticates your strong will.

It might be a long and difficult path. But I want you to be the sun and arise from the darkness bringing the most beautiful colours of yours into this dull and heavy world.

-stability does not create beauty