there was too much coffee in my cup today. it was black and bitter and from the upside, looking down, you will not even see a hint of cupfloor from below.
initially they were just little shots of bitter caffeine, but tapping the spoon in increasing intensity eventually lead to an accumulation of those bitter grains, and then i realized it was slowly reaching the brim...
leaving no room for sugar. no room for cream. it was pure bitterness with hot water trying to melt the impenetrable layers. stirring won't help. it was just plain mud colored hot acid, that even just the smoke would wake me up and conquer my nostrils with the reminders on why. and why not.
in a world where people had been thankful of their relationships this year, i am the one desperately looking for the regret button. a regret that started from accepting a stranger's friend request, that brought me here. unoptimistic. afraid. exhausted...
now, my coffee has grown cold. and all residue has settled down below.
maybe ill try to stir it, and maybe ill sip it a little. and then pour more water. ill catch some of the bad taste in the process, but then, after adding more water, iti will make the solution less bitter
and ill repeat the cycle, until water dilutes it some more. then it will make room for cream. to make the experience rich and won't leave a bad taste... and eventually sugar might even join in, neutralizing bitterness, making the taste of coffee fuller. and then maybe it will all make sense. maybe not today, but defenitely soon.
until one day, i'll get to make my perfect cup.
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