coffee break
i'm back on the crack.
with zero regrets.
2am 4am, 6am (thank you amanda), 8am, 10am, 1pm, 2:30pm, 5pm....
i can't explain the amour, the attraction, the courtship of sipping my piping hot, syrupy black love.
it ministers my moments with meditation; vents meaning into the tiniest of cracks of time, and molds memories from what would otherwise be breaths ungrateful.
venti, bold please. no room for cream or sugar.