True Love of Coffee

I looked at the reflection of my life, ripples of thought pushing through my mind as my tears fell swift, yet with pause. Each drop of life that was lost pulled me farther and deeper into recollection and illusion, moments filled with nothing but figment and intangible dreaming. I cried, blinding myself in trying to feel, believing that each second was precious, and sacrificing everything I had to believe. Faith was not my strong trait, yet the wisp of cool air against my neck reminded me of being a child, it touched me as if the youth of yesterday was something I still possessed.

The water was cold, my warm breath glanced off the surface like misty fog embracing a rocky ocean shore. The voices in my head were so faint, like gulls talking against the rhythm of the waves, being drown out by the fury of the sea meeting the security of granite cliffs. These sturdy walls overlooking the sea of my life were simply perfect and unmovable. They were not obstacles to be overcome or destroyed, they were obelisk and icons. Simple representations of things in my life that could not be changed.

Yet the world, the shear power of the fluid emotions of the sea, tried again and again to crumble them into sand. My faith was not an abstract thought, but a rational acceptance of the beautiful view I had from such a strong vantage. The soil at my feet was moist and saturated with my love and adoration of life, the ground I stood upon felt soft and sensual, yet somewhere down within my being everything had solidified into hardened rock.

I wondered, as I looked at the sea, as the feelings tried to reach me, if I was not meant to leap from my place of solitude.

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