An empty street devoid of any human, and a bitter coffee is enough to remind me of you. How are you? Enjoying solitude? Enjoying indoors? I assumed you lived on attention, but now that I know you’re still hanging in there, I feel proud of you. It’s not a joke that you’ve come this far, otherwise, back in the days, keeping you in the house was like throwing a fish out of water. You behaved as if you would die.
It tastes a little like coffee in the beginning, life in solitude, away from artificiality and all that jazz, but when you develop a taste you get addicted, and when someone offers you sweetness, you sprint away as if you’ve seen a ghost.
But this is only a beginning; there is a long road ahead. The real test will come when you’ve grown comfortable in your own skin, in the delicate fragments of your original thoughts, you’re thrown out in a mindless crowd, and forced to un-believe in your strengths. Let me know if you survive that too. Don’t worry, you’ll know where to find me if you did.
Anyways, I know it’s sizzling summer. Sun is so hot it can evaporate all your arrogance in a flash, but tell me- is it still cold out there? In your heart?
I know you know I might chuckle on this, but what you don’t know is that right after my inadvertent chuckling I take a sip of some more bitterness, to keep myself close to reality, close to you, and look up as heat embraces me like some lonely spirit. Sun is too strong, but ever since I met you, I stopped minding any kind of temperature. Nothing will ever scare me like your cold shoulder.
As hot bitterness twirls and descends in the hollowness of my heart, I look at myself in the mirror. It was nice talking to you, I say.