Zudonim3
09-22-2015, 08:33 AM
I like drinking a strong cup of pitch black coffee in the chilly autumn mornings when you can hear the wind blazing outside and the trees wavering back and forth, and when my stomach is utterly empty of any usable source of energy, which has all been drained during the night in order to fuel my dreams of whom i can usually barely recall but the most tiniest, picturesque details; the ones that affected me the most.
I took a sip of the coffee that had been warmed up via the means of microwaves and when i felt the perversely satisfactory burning sensation in my empty stomach i thought to myself why is it exactly that i feel this burning need to express the most minuscule of melancholy observations that i encounter in my average day. I feel compelled to project these faint feelings through any sort of graspable conveyance. Others must know how i experience the world, or at least that’s how i feel. Others must sense my feelings because otherwise they might just as well not even exist.
I took a sip of the coffee that had been warmed up via the means of microwaves and when i felt the perversely satisfactory burning sensation in my empty stomach i thought to myself why is it exactly that i feel this burning need to express the most minuscule of melancholy observations that i encounter in my average day. I feel compelled to project these faint feelings through any sort of graspable conveyance. Others must know how i experience the world, or at least that’s how i feel. Others must sense my feelings because otherwise they might just as well not even exist.