Today, I’m in that mood —
the “say-anything-but-mean-something” kind of mood.
My mind feels crowded with thoughts,
but my mouth just throws out random words.
Some people spit out words.
Some paint with them — soft as watercolors, dreamy as rainbows.
Some sin through words.
And some heal others simply by staying silent.
But isn’t it ironic?
The ones who should stay quiet often speak the most.
Their words grow sharp,
and suddenly, silence feels like mercy.
Meanwhile,
the voices I long to hear are always far away.
Never beside me, never when I need them most.
So today,
I write my own little mess of thoughts —
pointless maybe,
but maybe, just maybe,
these words make the world a little less lonely.
And so, once again,
I answer not with words
but with a sip of coffee —
rich, aromatic, and deeply warm.
A double shot. Extra hot. ☕🔥

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