Eyes fixed on a single espresso.
Hands reaching the edge of the cup but not sure to just sip it right now or wait for the right time.
Slowly picking it up and taking all that bitterness infused aroma inside but it is still untouched.
Is the body still afraid from burning by the bitterness?
But no it cant be afraid,
Why not? Thats the question for another time and place.
Leaving behind the hesitations, the soul takes control and the hand obeys. The hot liquid now enters the universe of an existence.
Slowly spreading over the tongue and reaching the emptiness of throat. Eventually the soul gets what it wants.
The bitterness belongs to none but to it alone now.
Now the eyes are shifting and soon searching for something else in the sky, the moon is here and so are the stars.
Then why this endless search.
The eyes can see home on one side and their is road on the other side, in between lies the journey.
Then why does journey feels better than destination.
Running in front of eyes in slow motion are the years spent in a city, life squeezed between pages of one book to the next, so many empty cups of coffee lying around and an old friend winter just arrived.
Then why do these eyes still ask?
From the sky,
From the moon,
From the line under the moon just formed by a passing aircraft,
From the roads,
From the walls,
From the journeys,
From the books,
From that single shot,
When they are fixed on it and asks when did bitterness become so satisfying,
When did it start fulfilling each emptiness,
But bitterness cant reply and eyes cant read the unseen,
So another night ends,
The soul and its journey still continues. *
Words by: @anum.writes
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