Starbucks coffee tastes like dirt and weak espresso. If you tell me Starbucks is your favorite coffee shop, I will assume you do not actually enjoy the taste of coffee, or you are stupid.
I believe the best coffee in the universe is the coffee in my mom's kitchen. I am convinced she mixes her coffee grounds with magic and love and laughter. I know that laughter fixes almost anything. And that mom's coffee fixes anything laughter can't.
There is no peace like the calm you feel diving into a cool lake. No serenity quite like after you've broken the surface. There's such a sweet yearning in the twinge of your lungs looking for air.
I believe anyone who is important in your life is there for a reason. And people who hurt you were put there to make you stronger. By this line of reasoning, you have made me as strong as Atlas. I had to hold my whole world above my head to escape the disaster.
I believe in slow dances underneath stars, and sips of rum by campfires and long road trips with the people you love the most, to nowhere in particular.
I believe the easiest way to show love is through kindness. You did not have this same belief.
I used to believe in you. But when you whispered out those words, the "I love him" I stopped believing. In you. In us. In me. In sunshine. In oxygen. In campfires. In coffee. But the thing about believing in something, it doesn't go away so easy.
It's been a while now. I still don't think I believe in me quite yet, but mom's coffee is starting to taste pretty good again.
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Lungs and Coffee Cups
Poëzie"I believe we hold our feelings in our lungs, and at the bottom of empty coffee cups" The life and writings of j.l., a book of poetry containing absolute devastation and pure joy.
