I tried to capture moment every time I went to Starbucks. Although the fact is there were missed out cups during cloudy-moody day.
I genuinely believe that every cups gave me positive boost through each of its own unique ways. Instagram facilitated the need for accentuated each character.
After a while, the pictures piling up and I think I can narrate them into stories for you.
So, without further ado, I present to you … my first Starbucks’ monolog
My bitterness is hidden but never gone.
Drowned under the thick and condensed consciousness, falsely describing sweetened life
I owned the darkness and accept the bitter-sweet coldness from it.
But sometimes I envy they, whom absorbing the sunshine freely.
The realization was alarming.
I do still live in a bubble.
No matters how others knew me, even labelled me, they can’t touch my core.
I am, maybe will always be, lonely in the mind
These were all between unconsciousness moments.
When pores or holes started eating the thick conscious state.
From the inside.
Step into others’ shoes, and experienced being somebody else for a change.
Composed attitude, velvety-sultry voice and extra sweetness added to every words.
Felt good even warming for a while.
The sickening and noxious after taste that I can’t handle.
I should never lie to my self.
My patchy mind won’t stop.
It won’t let me rest.
The anxiety rising that I need more learning, more adventure.
The darkness start marbled it ways to define my flavor of life.
Fiery gut in the morning.
Woody scent remind me of mother earth.
Reminded me to be humble.
My anxiety reflects my arrogance.
Less fatty cells in soul would do me good for the long run.
Just when I thought I learned something.
When I’m sure that I could digest daily sweetness, finally.
My tongue bite me in the brain.
I can handle firmness and dense wall.
Hyper sweetness always felt artificial, pushes my paranoia button on.
Not that hard straightens my mind back, actually.
Soft spoken guidance that preserved my independency,
Crumbly wisdom from an old residence of the earth,
Night time is the hardest part.
Time when the milky white world of extremist society.
And the deep dark corner of the human war.
Collide. The rim is blurred.
Step back for a moment always useful.
Let loose and feel the darkness hugged you into it.
Sometimes, when we are very very lucky.
Clarity will smacked you in the face.
Red is my color.
At least that’s what mother believe destined for me.
While my preferences will differ from time to time.
Courageous come inconsistently.
Appreciation for holidays’ common sense are sacred.