began with the end of your sentence the dredges at the bottom of the mocha fool yourself into thinking you are not running on less than nothing accept it doesn’t make sense read the symbols you find at the bottom of your reservoir
I swirled in a ocean of brown. Venting in steam. My drown overlapped by current On top of current. I swirled around and around, swimming in sugary spec. I once dreamed of dry land. Loosing my footing on the edge of a spoon. The top of a pink packet torn off. Sprinkled on my head. There was no sense in fighting. One single serving brewed. It was exciting to feel myself swirl, All I'd ever know. around and around. All I'd ever know. The more I drunk the more evident it became. The here after in addiction. Sweet in taste. My skin dipped in heart of something so delicious. I swirled around in an ocean of brown. Her eyes. Never once did it occur that I couldn't gulp them. I still tried. Lost forever in Mocha flavored aroma
It was always that Peppermint White Mocha. It's so funny that a simple drink... one that I choose every single time. A drink my friends and I have turned into a small inside joke. A drink that tastes like Christmas ( which you know I hated) and Joy ( but i was always too pessimistic right?).
A drink that no matter the weather I still choose that one single drink. Don't get me wrong, I've tested other flavors. I've tried it iced. I've tried it blended. I've tried it at a local coffee shop in every city I go too. But nothing compares to the original.
Funny how this started with you. Are we even talking about the drink anymore?