The Tea: Spilt and Bitter

The Tea ~ A Collection of Rants & Poems

As long as I can remember, life has always seemed sort of poetic to me:

Walking home down a street that looks empty, maybe sad, with a look on your face that shows your deepest thoughts of the day.
Talking to a stranger that you've never met before and getting really good advice out of nowhere.
Sipping terrible tea that ends up tasting more like a mix of leaves and butt than anything soothing, so you spill it all over the carpet.
It's all sort of poetry, ya know? Just a simultaneous mix of feelings and experiences that unexpectedly end up almost beautiful. It's whatever you're feeling, ugly or nice. It's just going through life. Art is undeniably everywhere; I suppose for me it's writing down (or typing out) all the things that I never got to say.
Spilling the beans, so to speak.
Although tea would make a lot more sense in this instance. Bitter butt tea.