Life as I know it sometimes is similar to an electric percolator. Experiences placed inside, the current heats then boils the water. Without warning I began to percolate. Then I'm placed into another world, the cup. If that's not enough I am saturated with cream and sugar. I am not myself mixed to be something else. However my life isn't over, it's beginning a new chapter. Nevertheless I am facing the here after. When I am devoured without permission, after the coffee is consume. Why because I am not necessary only a few written lines upon volumes of papers. My life will never be the same. I have yet to experience another day. Happily I face everything my destiny awaits. A second chance seems to be forecasted. Sunny are my days, thunder and rain would be a disaster. Imagining I am inside a large net, it changes my prospects. I hope this writing will inspire beautiful dreams. And a life filled with happiness. If you're someone like me, our hope begins with the meditation and intrigue. Coffee percolator.
© Daniel Mason