eepy

this coffee smells like popcorn,

a setup reminding me of home.

i could just express less, not

as logical, but kinda, too. I can

never escape, not too eternity,

though, 'cause i eager too fast,

which won't ever last still, still,

i'd rather say something poetic,

than say something unreal. we

should all just be honest, untake

glamours of past deals. pretend

nothing is utterly wasted, no-

thing is entirely sealed.

this coffee might smell like pop-

corn, or rather a taste somewhere

special. i've never, ever wasted

such, for every infinite's sake,

and until the end of forever, i

shall make all my mind breaks.