Monday, August 17, 2015

Aeson Over Coffee

Ive had memories caught in smell before but not these strong emotions. Not till now as I cry over Brazillian Coffee to the thought of my mentor, who passed. And these people, seeing what I see, smelling what I smell are painfully unaware of the tragedy beset in my mind even though they can smell it. And why do they laugh, why are the speaking of fashion, love, lust, and greed. It's disrespectful, I mean cant they smell it, this loss is penetrating me. 


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