Qwerty

“...drifting thoughts as I attempt to meditate, the spiritual meditations, walking deeper into my inner thoughts, the remorse and satisfaction. A moment to bow down and self appreciate trials I’ve conquered; times I covered myself with a white flag not believing the storm would ever end and times I sworn I’d work until I find what I’ve been searching for.”

At times music and coffee takes us places we’d never dreamt our talent could ever take us, dressed by the most glamorous; the coffee aroma leads our minds where our hearts hopes to find joy, a playground for our minds as we hope to find enough peace to restore lost pieces in our past.

We’re anxious, we’re anxious, we’re anxious on how they’ll receive our messages written on our spoiled hearts and bruised walls, a temple with just the lights working and nothing more.