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a cup of coffee

taking the sips off the cup
he sits there
alone in the crowd
as mind boggling thoughts pop
up in his little head
he could be anywhere
instead he choose this place
to think and sip
deep he sinks
as time slips by him
its strange how somethings so little
can mean a lot
the bitter sweet taste
of the coffee
now drowning in the sea
of thoughts
he rests his vessel
and walks off
-yakaa: jujaa:

(today. after seeing off alu and dhompwa i went again to rikson bro's coffee shop and drank my extra dark coffee and thought some more. i gave #promise a gift on friday and she wore it in one of the important days of her current time. it just made my heart melt. i know it doesn't mean much but it meant a lot to me. as i drank the bitter coffee, those thoughts of #promise made my heart flutter with joy. then the thoughts of being separated from her came to my mind. it hurt way more than i thought it would hurt. 3thing's that i would do all i can for: coffee,karela and the third one...those who are close to me already know. ;)
-peace out)

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