i just came from sipping coffee by myself at the sunken garden.
and i found myself analyzing why i turn to coffee for comfort.
perhaps its bittersweet taste captures life's flavors.
i drank it in. then i stared at the empty cup in my hand.
the coffee was gone. so i stood up and walked away
from the bench where i was sitting
towards the complexities of life that await me.
and i found myself analyzing why i turn to coffee for comfort.
perhaps its bittersweet taste captures life's flavors.
i drank it in. then i stared at the empty cup in my hand.
the coffee was gone. so i stood up and walked away
from the bench where i was sitting
towards the complexities of life that await me.
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