Java

I feel that your thoughts are somewhere far away, but I can reach you with a light whisper. I just want to hug you and breathe in your special scent.. And then what? Roads. People. Fuss. A prelude to the dawn or sunset. Everything has no color until you say good morning, my love.

Music accompanies me this morning. The coffee shop opened 5 minutes earlier. I go up to the counter, they give me a gift. It makes me smile. I decide to be reckless and absolve myself of all responsibility, giving the right to choose the taste of this morning to the barista girl. Tart, bitter. I'm not disappointed. But music doesn't save me. I miss you so much.