I'm waiting
For the truth
To sweep me up.
For something
Or someone
To sweep me away from this place.
This loneliness,
This concert of silence,
The aloneness
Seeps through
My organs
Like whiskey
That braces your lips
Where I should be.
A lifestyle blog about the life of a young journalist and barista: homemade pastries, creative writing, and romance. Coffee tales sprinkled with cinnamon and the spices of life!
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