the coffee is warm as it slides down my throat, the heat spreading through my chest and down to my stomach i know the sun is rising somewhere up to my right, amber rays hitting my hunched shoulders and back, but my mind is focused on the lines swirling in front of me, words strung together just begging to be said aloud, letters floating all over the page until they take the shape of my best dream and worst nightmare, my apologies and angry rants and all the times i’ve fallen in love without reciprocation and the boys i’ve hurt and people i never want to forgive. i write about early morning sunrises and late night stargazing and all the feelings i’ve never felt, strangers i’ve never kissed in foreign streets but i know one day these letters will float off the page, take shape in a little place called Reality... but for now, it’s just me, the coffee, and my poetry, melding together under the rising sun. -a.c.b