Starting a day with a cup of coffe Drinking poison to catch the energy Sinking deeper through emotions 'till I can't breathe Holding on to traumatic things that stay in me Pouring it into rhymes and beautiful poetry
I know nothing of my neighbor’s freedom. his limits; if any are placed upon him. seems to come and go as he pleases, seems content, at ease. Still, I don’t know when he acts or why. When does he take action indeed? Is his mind free of oppression?
I wonder... But, it is not my concern. I have my own thoughts and my own actions to consider. A cup of coffee or death?
he once brazed her with coke that her millennium was solid rock as Griselda went toe to toe but trafficked crack by 2012 while coffee was her mainstay that her valley would meet the sea, her proponent in Antioquia when she'd expedite crack for FARC
I was looking straight to the door when you suddenly entered and then stared at me. I noticed how surprised you were, I can see it in your eyes. You smiled at me, I noticed how your lips moved. For a minute or two, my heart beats so fast but the people around us were moving so slow. I was about to smile back but by the aroma of the coffee inside the shop, I suddenly woke up and then you disappeared. Maybe one day, we will meet at the coffee shop again somewhere and the timing will be right.
I am with facebook 24/7, my grandma a day or two a month. I get likes on facebook, while she gives me love. I get to know what my friends are doing all the time, while my grandma tells me about het 80 years on this planet. Facebook lets me travel through the world, from Ghana to Paris. My grandmother takes me to her kitchen for a nice cup of coffee.
*I wish I could spend time with her everyday instead of facebook