I, really am, Coffee!?!

“I have finally become one, with the one sure and certified thing, Coffee” Gun Roswell


It has become to that point in my life, when I have started chaining. It’s not about the puberty or menopause or me turning into a dog or cat. Rather after all the amounts caffeine been consumed over the so, so many years past in my life time, I realise at last, what and whom I finally so totally am.

Coffee.

I have become the one thing, I could have never imagined in my whole lived life. But now, that I am slowly changing into a dark and sometimes a candy sugary coating wearing tall order of a glass, mostly cold but sometimes warm, lukewarm mostly kind of a thing. It’s the interior really a dead give away in my case.

Coffee.

But I am not for everyone’s taste, not by far. Mostly, nobody likes me, with or without the sugar coating. But it does not really matter, because I myself, I love coffee, and being one with the one sure thing which has never ever let me down in all the years lived and consumed. Well, I could not have chosen any better, when becoming one with the one thing.

Coffee.

6 thoughts on “I, really am, Coffee!?!

  1. My sainted Mother hooked me on the java juice when I was a wee child. I had trouble sleeping and of course that led to a groggy morning. School didn’t interest me, so mama fixed me a cupa of java with lots of milk and sugar. Bam! I was awake and running on all the small cylinders a kid has. Since then, I have become a coffee snob: No Mrs. Folgers for me, I need the hard stuff from Jamacia and Hawaii. My wife and me are so obsessed with coffee that we trashed can the Mr. Coffee and gave the Keurig to the yard mowing fella, and then we purchased a genuine percolator on Amazon. We are no content.

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