Sometimes I don't understand myself. That may or may not be the point. My nonfat latte just burned my tongue. I can feel the tiny bumps quickly forming. Now I have coffee breath: the absolute worst. Breath that in the rest of the world is a result of something beautiful. The strong stench represents a break from the day, a conversation with friends, a humble peasant breakfast - here at home represents the complete opposite. I take my coffee with a side of rest. My coffee break today consisted of
one perfect line that triggered thousands of salty, embracing tears. Break is almost over. Off to hustle. Anotha day, anotha dolla, or something of the sort.
-melidee
