It look so attracting and surreal.
But much of the people are drinking for the sake of drinking.
May i be the one?
I think so.
I am trying to understand bits by bits of this cup of coffee.
Is it blue? Is it bitter? Is it salty?
Maybe the taste is not the taste that we tasting.
Imaginations are always so powerful and yet destructing.
Think alot, worry alot. Things that may yet be real or may yet be fake.
I am confused, not because of the reality, but is me that i am confused.
Whimsy is a choice. Same goes to solitary or in plain word loneliness.
I am not lonely, I am just anticipating loneliness.
Or learning to anticipate if to be exact.
