Brewing -- of coffee and metaphors
11:31 PM by Chaaaaa
I love the smell of brewed coffee. it's like a wonderful piece of poetry, lyrical and sweet. But i detest its taste. It's like a short story robbed of its awaited ending, broken and bitter.
**i was having my lunch break this afternoon when i decided to drink my coffee [the one my boss bought me for BREAKFAST]. i don't usually drink hot coffee so i had it cooled. its aroma is really lovely. and when i started drinking it, the bitterness of the coffee conquered my senses. and then all of a sudden, i felt poetic. XD
I hate how a coffee turns into an addiction and how it keeps you up all night. How it burns and makes your heart beat fast.
Especially how it makes you crave for its rich and sweet promises of grains, milk and sugar. Moments later, it puts you into a melancholic mood of coldness. Before you realize, it has consumed you before you should have consumed it. Empty. Hollow. Bitter. Then again, you crave for another cup just like love. --from a previous entry
**the image is taken from here.
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