General Fiction
This is a guest post by Sid. Please see the author’s links if you enjoyed this piece.
Okay. So. Coffee. I don’t know who invented this miracle liquid. But they deserve a medal. The first time I had it. I ascended. No. That’s too gentle a word. I launched. I transcended dimensions. My heart pounds like it has just discovered anxiety. I can hear my own thoughts in surround sound. I’m jittering. I am speed. Love this. People often say…
…Don’t talk to me till I’ve had my coffee. I get it now. I’ve been staring at my mug for thirty minutes now? Maybe an hour? A year? Time is fake. The only real thing is this divinely engineered liquid. Do you even realise what coffee is? On paper. It’s just roasted seeds. Simple. Innocent. But in reality. You take a plants unborn children. Set them on fire. Grind them to dust. And then you drown them in water. And somehow. Somehow. It becomes joy. That’s poetry. Dark caffeinated poetry. My hand is shaking. I should probably stop. One more sip. Maybe two. Okay fine. Three. This is enlightenment. The thing monks spend entire lifetimes trying to achieve. I love you coffee. Never leave me.
Sid is a writer with several works, articles, and poems that you can read online at his substack here. Please be sure to check out his other work there if you enjoyed this piece.
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