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.
I ruined cooking—the sizzle of garlic in oil stabs like a memory.You'd peek in, sweetly grinning,telling me, "That smells awesome, Love."Now the kitchen echoeswith pots too quiet,a silence that burns worse than the flame.I ruined laundry—each tumble of shirts a cruel cycle,your scent once clinging like a vownow clings like a ghost.We dreamed aloud by... Continue Reading →
In every pause, in every break, between the strides I’m bound to take, I feel the echo of your song, a warmth that holds when nights feel long.
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 →
Zenith IRLs 