Dari Hati

Between Hustle

23.18

November 29, 2017

My heart beats crazily forget to ease.
The morning nowadays start with half running, half breathless, and half curse.

Between the hustle.

I, of course, never failed to catch you.
The morning coffee that soothes my thumping heart.
My morning caffeine lies on your weary eyes of last night's stay up.
Your restless smile appeases all worries.

Between the hustle.

Your hello is composing.



vanilla latte

Vanilla Latte [2]

22.52

 November 18, 2017


MY VANILLA LATTE

He came long after I have been in love with vanilla latte iced too much. He filled the remaining spaces inside my heart and sometimes made me lost of breath because he poured me too much loves with his cheesiness. 

Thing, he never figured out is I finally come with permanent logic that vanilla latte should automatically come with his presence, which make it a lot hurts when he doesn't come along with.

The glass slowly marred with dew around. Small drops, trickling down the tube later, ratting the wooden table, finally and it would be time he came with his cup of americano and composed smile. 

there was no need of texts nor calls. 

there was nothing such appointment.

he just knew it he should come.

Vanilla Latte is not merely a glass of coffee with latte. 

Vanilla Latte I was familiar with were plus his presence and shared earphone, plus our little argue of what to listen, plus a pinch he laid on my cheek, plus the gaze from his small eyes.