Coffee And Its Side Effects
Sometimes I just sit somewhere and think. Many a times on the swing in my balcony, and accidentally most of the times I am driven towards contemplating what life is, in general. At times I stare at life's face too hard, look at those tiny bumps and craters, those blemishes and then into the depths of her eyes. And I am often, inevitably, made to think that it's all infinitely, perpetually perplexing.
Often plagued by the haunting idea of eternity, I try to rinse away my fears and my questions with a strong, soothing cup of coffee. The unmistakable, yet gosammery scent never fails to bring me back to myself. And I'm made to think that perchance that's all life is - to simply be real.