No Coffee.
I love coffee. I love its taste – its earthiness- , its colour – its earthiness-, its taste – its earthiness.
When I smell it, I am enveloped by its warmth- its earthiness . When I see it, I'm enveloped by its warmth – its earthiness. When I taste it, my tongue is enveloped by its warmth – its earthiness.
And then...
my heart trembles, my hands tremble, my eye trembles, my feet tremble, my stomach trembles.
I'm violently attached to the earth and every part of me wants to escape the grip of its finiteness.
No coffee.
At times.