Perhaps I am just tired.
Of the complications, of the guessings, of the anxieties.

Long I have waited to find the perfect cup of coffee. First one I thought was good but then I found out that the bottom wasnt well mixed- it was too sweet at the end. The other, it was just plain bitter. And then this thing comes along, offered to me when I wasnt even looking.

It was bitter, it was sweet.
The aroma was intoxicating.. Everything was unbearable as it almost caught me between reality and fantasy. Even if it was all wrapped up with the niceties and glamour of money, I know it still is coffee, and I am glad that I happen to know it.

But as I sip, the more I get scalded.. it was steaming hot, I knew. But I took a plunge. There are seconds that I felt regret, but I realised, I was blessed. I had tasted something exquisite, something I could only hope for.. perhaps not even daring to dream of it. But I am scalded.. my bittersweet happiness. The complexities this cup of coffee I now have. Well, I guess it could come from the pasteurs of the Kings and Queens of the Nile, or the massive mysterious stones near Salisbury.

So, I now question myself what to do.
Is it worth waiting?

Or should I just go on?

I wanted to know if it could be possible for me to drink it in tranquility. Or would it stay hot?

It's tiring sometimes to think even when I'm told not to think too much. After all it is just a cup of coffee. Don't get me wrong-I love every second of this worthwhile experience. But then perhaps I am just getting involved too much, all my senses opening up trying to infuse every bit of it. And anxieties do kick in, I am always afraid that I make the same blunder I did just to try to make my coffee perfect, or to please my self with a coffee even if it really wouldnt work for both the coffee and me.

Well, one thing's for sure, with this particular blend, I have learned a lot.

But to stay and prolong my fantasy-ridden tales,
I am not sure..