Some days, coffee gets me going. Being the caffeine junkie that I am, my body probably demands for more intake than the average human does. Neither does it get me high, nor does it supplies energy. It's merely a form of a start-up switch for me.

Then again, on some other occasions it's the smallest combination of letters and words that get me up faster than any high-tech computer processor. It already saves me the energy to make a short trip to the kitchen to pour myself one. All it takes is a simple glimpse, a few arm movements, and my day would have already been made.

A text. Light will always find a way to fill up every pit of darkness that has been set upon my eyes, but no other light will fill me up greater than the light I hold in my hands.

That little jolt of hope, a sincere greeting, a gratifying sense of welcome. Adequately, brings forth a gesture that stretches from ear to ear.

Within the next two minutes, everything that has been playing in the dormant mind of mine fades away, to realize that reality has finally proven to be more worthy. On a good note, by a good note, that sudden impulsiveness just rushing through your veins begging for another reason to seize the day. I'm on her mind, as she is on mine. She cares, as do i.

No, this is no dream I tend to imply into this thick head of mine. Dreams are wonderful, blissful with a slight edge of personal madness, but will eventually be forgotten before we sink our teeth into our first morning toast. This is real life. the epitome of epic concluded with ecstasy driven decisions. It will be imprinted onto our skin til more daylights to come, and it won't fade as easy.

Alas, tis not the day light finds its way into the window of my soul - while I sip away, studying the fine residue recessing at the very bottom of this mug.

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