A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A COFFEE ADDICT

What is it that people call a special day? I sometimes wonder while brewing a single cup French press on winter nights, spring mornings, summer afternoons and autumn evenings. To me all year is the repetion of a single day. To my first cup of coffee I wake up with damp eyes trying to keep the last thread of my blue dream in my rapidly fading memory. To my second cup of coffee I get up and realize as always that I am running late. I'm always running late for everywhere. A hurried breakfast and running to the school. This time is my favorite. Fast footsteps and slow music... To my third cup of coffee I try to do the schoolwork….But…DON'T SCRIBBLE ON BOOKS!...PAY ATTENTION!!..WORK HARDER!!…YOUR GRADES ARE FALLING AGAIN!....MAKE FRIENDS!..TALK MORE!!YOU ARE NOT GOOD ENOUGH!! To my fourth cup of coffee They all want so much… To my fifth cup of coffee While walking back to home I always wish for rain. Traffic lights look pretty on rainy nights. Slow footsteps and loud music…

To my sixth cup of coffee I have a dream…Do people still have that tacky thing?!...All night I discover new words and the test the foreign sound of it on my lips. Then I put it in sentences to make sense of it. But it doesn’t make sense. I work hard.

To my seventh cup of coffee

I Fought the outer demons… but Demons?...They live inside your head…so time to tackle them… And here's to insanity…