Black Sea Coffee

Just my imagination

Photo by Mike Yukhtenko on Unsplash

My dance of this piece.

True story
My imagination
It was just my imagination
Nothing else matters

In this black sea coffee
I feel the colors of my soul
I don’t need to see anything
I don’t need to go anywhere

With the current
Against the current
Open sea, wild waves
Floating and drifting with the wind

My blood is pumped with 3 gigantic mugs of coffee
My brain is poisoned with who knows how long of digital brainwashed marketing, sales and social media.
I try to turn it into a game of connections but my eyes remained burnt

I am a slave
Just like everyone else
Nothing really matters now
Salt and caffeine, I am an addict

I swim faster to wash faster
Fastening my self to back-breaking-chairs
And then, then, only then come the then…
Washing machine, save me