vanilla latte

VANILLA LATTE [mr. americano]

19.09

 October 17, 2019


his name was eargasm and sympathetic
but you'd only know him by mr. americano

through many silences and talks, i had learned so far are:

He's just another man -- the only special he owned was, he would sit across me with his both ears ready for long preaches and ratting. Just another man, who would respond my elated or agitated expression with  the same smile, or if he was being generous--a little chuckle.

mr. americano -- is one of a kind.
his smile is excitative.
yet, an inhibitor for every restless heart.

he was born in spring.
through the falls of dried leaves.
and yes, he looked weary all the time.

mr. americano -- he's mr. americano.
but he's a memento in a cup of my vanilla latte.
he came along with every melted ice cubes.
he lied in every dew drops around the glass.
and he remained as a company after i finished a glass.

16.44

 August 17, 2019

Between cries and struggles...

Dear my dear self, you'll finally arrive in a world you never expected before.

You'll finally realize that, it's a good thing to not give up in the beginning, in the middle, up to the end.

You'll see yourself, in a very proud way, that you've finally able to conquer and strive.

I have never felt my self as not okay as these days.

Everything passed in indiscernible way.

In every morning runs, late night crams, and sleep deprived in the mid-day, it's hard to find the right rhythm.

But, hey-- it would get better soon.

I would find my self being happy and enjoying these tortures.



Lost

21.28

August 10, 2019
 
The cave I am walking through blinds both my eyes and heart.
I am lost of which way I should walk through.
I am numb of what pain or happiness I am truly sensating.

I am lost.
in between worries and fears
for the upcoming uncertainties.





vanilla latte

VANILLA LATTE [8]

22.45

February 17, 2019


an-Americano between nights.

Through any transpicuous windows, the crowds of lamps failed to call you in.

and, how much time more I'll have to wait for us to cross?


Dear universe,

I am waiting for his shadow to pass by.

Let me count, if possible,

The days passed so fast that I might not care of how much times wasted.

For you, an-americano between rains in April.


"He came alone, yesterday, only for a quick take out." this lady behind the counter said as she gave me back my card.

"Who?"

"the owner of that parasol. in your bag, miss..." she replied with smile.

"Really? I can leave this to you? he might come back, he might need it anytime soon."

I, of course wouldn't need her answer to take out the umbrella from my bag.

But the door's bell rang, breaking the silence between us.


"Evening..." the lady greeted a person behind me that automated my neck to more than 90 degrees turn around.

Brown coat.

He. is...

that americano-man.



I raised my hand awkwardly, showing his umbrella right in front of his head.


"Oh?"

He noticed his stuff, right?

"Vanilla? Latte?"

God. his voice traveled to my heart and spur my AV-nodes harshly, rudely. I thought I might faint.

I stepped aside and just nodded foolishly.

"How fortunate, this umbrella would go home, finally." I handed it to him.

"Thank you, what a coincidence."

No-- you rude man, I am waiting for like a decade. No such a thing like coincidence. I disagreed.

I have been waiting for every chance I got to land my ass here, only for a slight hope that I might have a brief companion for a glass of vanilla latte.

"Wait-- I'll place my order."

I frowned that he suddenly stopped me when I was about to walk to my seat.

He peeped through above my head. "Ah, you'll sit there?"

I hummed.

His head turned back to his phone and paid his americano. So what? At least, talk! will you sit with me or how? Geez-- man! That's how rude man is!


The window-seat was the witness, of how we met in one cold rainy day, in April.

People were coming and passing by, but I couldn't find you.
 
But god pushed you here, to pick your umbrella see me, thank you for coming mr. americano.