The aroma and taste is incredibly important to me.
It awakens my senses, and love is stirred within.
I enjoy two flavors mainly, hazelnut or toffee.
Otherwise, I normally drink a French Roast Expresso.
I am not exactly a coffee connoisseur. I like the name, it’s cool.
However, it is not exactly fitting or deserving for me to be called such sophisticated labels.
I dislike labels.
I just enjoy the simplicity, and punch of just these three.
I am so plainly used to drinking them alone.
Perhaps, if I had a partner to join me – my range will widen…
I want to visit the places where it is originally made!
I cannot recall, is it, Colombia?
Ah, you see for yourself. I am not so keen of the coffee scene.
But I enjoy my cups daily.
My thoughts come together, and my emotions feel brightened.
My smile becomes widened;
My soul becomes heightened.
I sit and see the people coming in and out.
I sip 3 tastes ensuingly, and I feel connected.
I am drawing inspiration from fellow lives.
I feel grounded.
My soul feels gritty…
It’s been through darkness and despair, but now that I can afford a cup for some months, I am happily at peace, floating off of the high this coffee brings me to.
I write, and write, even if it is not of pure aesthetic quality, yet.
Because I respect my process and journey.
And I know what it is like, to be as pure and rich as the largest gold kilogram, or diamond worth no cash value.