Devoid of context, an abstraction so genuine it steers clear the badge of authenticity.
We, meaning-seeking creatures are lost in the dizziness of freedom. We follow an inner narrative only to see it conflict with the ideal stories we tell ourselves.
Dreams are saturated with misleading formulas that destabilize our consciousness. The truth lies between the lines, soaking in the gray space.
We may drink it black or flatten it with white, knowing all along that the coffee is the mere vehicle for imbibing caffeine’s truth serum.
Awake, finally embracing the certainty of being forever lost. We gag on two sips of Americano and spit anxiety back out again.