Coffee or Tea?

I choose both. If you revel in the electrifying and bitter tang of caffeine, then you'll surely appreciate the calmness and vaguely sweet taste of tea. It's all about balance.

I love and hate everything at the same time. Life is bittersweet.

Coffee/tea in the morning and a cold, hard-earned bottle of beer when dusk comes (or it depends whether i'm on graveyard shift or not).
Writing is an outlet, my catharsis, when unspeakable demons makes it hard to breathe.

The sea is my friend and my enemy (until I finally learn how to swim). And I especially love footprints in the sand. Each shape is owned by a special soul with his (or her) own special story, they have their own fears, demons, hopes, dreams but they all converged on a special place by the beach. It reminds me just how big the world is, and how small I am and in relation, how small my demons are. I should not be afraid. I am here and I am not. I am one of the lost footprints on the white, porcelain sand.

It's suffocating and at the same time grounding.

The world is big and we are small.

And so are our demons.