Sounds made by coffee

This coffee is anaesthetizing my brain, each day I feel as if I’m losing myself too; closing the doors to what made my eyes glitter and trying by all means to keep the negative outside the door. Puzzled why the mat outside is written ‘welcome’ when I deliberately closed the door on purpose, welcoming positive energy where we lay our heads.

Having the departure date wait on us, trusting an empty room with just a cup of coffee to take away the anxiety and depression; this time around we’ll hear our own voices echo instead of hearing our pain echo deep inside our hollow selves; a book shelf filled with bibles of depression and a silent cry for help written at the end of the novel.

Isolating ourselves has taught us how to swim in quick sands and made us believe they’ll one day cheer for the unknown bands like ourselves.