Sleeping with elephants trampling through my mind.
There comes a time in every baristas life
where coffee no longer satisfies.
A time where the mountains are calling
and her soul ignites with love and espresso.
She often questions, if it will always feel like this.
This kiss left on her lips, till next kiss.
Elephants rumbling old photograph memories
dancin in and out from behind my stressed out worn eyes.
I can take a week of chaos for weeks of paradise to come.
And boy... here. I. come.