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Sweet night to humans accompanied by a cup of coffee.
Secretly something still tickles slowly. Among the many indifference, I try to ignore, I know my little heart still yearns for a miracle, to revive something that was left lying in the corner of the room. I allow myself to paint hopes. About the courage to approach the light, the one who used to peek in silence and that's where every part of me is happy.
Of the winged faith that opens the sky, about the soul that lives when it dares to dream.
I brew a cup of coffee. The bitter taste is a little stronger, and the sweet is so slight. And it made me realize, that in every bitterness, God will never forget to insert something sweet. Makes me reminisce, coffee makes me remember bitterness. Like in a life full of bitterness but punctuated by the sweetness of sugar to understand the meaning of happiness.
However, millions of seconds later. I wrote about coffee and tucked them in. Indeed, coffee always has an interesting side to write about, just like them. So interesting.
Until now, coffee is still a part of my life. Also them. Sometimes I like to dream too high, so I need them to remind me. And coffee to throw away my every tiredness.
Indeed, there are many things we don't have to understand, there are times when we don't have to understand anything, don't need to understand anything, and don't need to regret anything. Except just feel, move, and incarnate. I love it when you turn into coffee and when sugar turns into them. There is always a piece of longing, tucked away in a coffee cup, that never ends to be absorbed with words together. That there are three pairs of eyes, looking at you prayerfully.
Aren't all quite happy even though they are just talking to each other, Do all of them still have meaning, in the size of each tick of time that rotates? Ah no. Sometimes, I forget. Which coffee do I like? Which coffee is enough to make me happy. I love coffee, and a bit bitter as a joke in between with a faint sweetness in the end. Not bitter all over the cup.