Late night and I drink this cup of coffee. I wasn't even planning to stay up all night and do some work. But the smell of temptation bit, asking me to be drowned in whatever sweet sense i could gain at the moment. It's a perfect cup. It erased the fact that I have trouble sleeping and i need to be early the very next day. I thought, what are the side effects anyway? I just took all the sweet goodness and let myself drown in euphoric doom.
There's no harm in asking for the better, isn't it? All things good are actually coined as good. Every tiny expensive thing to pleasurable vices that does seem to make one feel (awfully) good is perfect. Another late night with a couple of smokes and booze, some dirty chats that doesn't seem to make sense, a few good gossips whispered here and there, making the other feel better about themselves. Some strings of lies that goes a long way that doesn't affect much until one gets stabbed right back. It's good. It's the perfect cup.
We tend to look for what makes us feel good. We ask for things because it makes us feel good about ourselves. We do try to stick to what is simple and just. We try not to complain and be contented of what we have. But we are always seeking for something else. We tend to keep looking for more. At some point, we start to take some bad things as good because it makes us feel good anyway. And that's where it all starts. Sometimes, we just take whatever is good for us and disregard whatever consequences it will have in the future. We walk to a masked plague and fail to notice what it'll do for us. We keep holding on for it forgetting everything else that actually mattered.
I just love the taste of coffee. I love it because its sweet. The scent of it grabs hold of my senses. Its warmth never fails to bring comfort when i'm cold. It's hue even gives a distinct character.
The best part of this idiosyncrasy is whenever I end up regretting in my bed because i took what is "good" stealing me some precious hours of sleep.
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