I’m super exhausted from work today but it is scary cos it’s my favorite kind of high.
The fulfillment I get…like an andrenaline rush.
I wonder if people feel the same way?
I wonder what version others have?
I’m struggling to find other facets in life that can give me such vibe. I know there’s more to life than this.
There are tiny versions like helping others or coffee picking or wandering but it is not as “makes-me-oblivious” kind.
I’m struggling to find ways to heal the hurt.
I’m struggling to find means to forget.
There’s really nothing quite more important than lazy mornings.
To wake up at 530AM just to read all the articles for as long as I can.
Spend the next hour preparing a hearty breakfast.
(i.e., last night’s buy 1 take 1 and fry something. lol)
Take another two hours for my coffee.
Only then I’ll realise it’s past 11:11AM and I’ve (un)intentionally ignored I’m a regular 8AM to 5PM employee.
Oh please don’t fire me!
The bread though freshly bought wasn’t soft enough.
The coffee, though known doesn’t taste like my favourite cup.
Took an early start.
Woke up from dream made of horrible stuff.
Dropped my mug a floor away without having it broken.
A familiar staircase that once had my heart, for once, wide open.
Gave the observers a wide smile and a wink to cover my mind that was shaken.
Suddenly, I was chased by fluffy, harmless and huggable grey cats.
Who seem to be pulling my leg but are also sleeping in my head.
I don’t know.
I have no clear way to go.
And the thoughts I have are like dark bubbles wishing to pop as I wallow.
We say hello to October yet for me it feels like the start of summer.
Universe, I plea, let this Tuesday turn a little nicer.
With thee, I hold no power.
True there is such thing as wrong coffee.
Too sweet, too strong, too bland, too wrong.
But this cup of coffee that you find so wrong will make you appreciate the right one even more.