The smell of coffee filled the room, which delighted Czak very much. For him, that very scent is power, a source of inspiration and energy. It lifts him up when he is down, it provides him creative fuel when he can’t write, it wakes him up when he is sleepy, and so many other things. For him, coffee is life.
The apartment was too quiet. I never thought silence could feel so loud. The place I live in now still carries the faint scent of him—burnt coffee, cologne too sweet for my liking, the way his shirts clung to the back of a chair he never pushed in. It’s been years since we ended, yet... Continue Reading →
I’m tangled up in thoughts, my mind a crowded place,with weights of work and whispers, a maze I can't erase.The walls I've built around me, high and close and tight,are closing in, and I keep searching for a way back to the light. I felt it when you told me, the honesty you shared—how you... Continue Reading →
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