Touching the breeze of mist he sat in the balcony chair fledging his legs straight over the balcony railings, Clutching his coffee mug, restlessly stable looking in the eye of trauma that he faces everyday at least half of his day.Recalling common memories of his hay days which widened his lips slowly following again with precipitous solid blackout ,
All the ‘w’ questions ringing his bell out of no where! Creating the usual chaos of the place banging and spanking his head ; Couldnt open his eyes due to crumbling tears and swollened red gloss. With gathered gut thinking of whats next?
He had mind state of ‘come what may’ from the even days.Tears rolling down his cheeks dripping in the coffee mug pulled his presence,
Peeping inside, sipped the mixture with curiosity and smiled again enjoying the taste to invent something new,may be a new type of coffee;