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.
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.
