Chronicles of Being Catfished: Here I Am, Again

the taste of chocolate in my mouth.

the bustling sounds of clanking cups.

the endless chatter of nearby people.

the whir~ of the coffee machine.

the fading and increasing and fading of the music played.

the smooth feel of the paper before me.

the elegance the pen write out my thoughts.

the plastic-wood feel of the table I am leaning on.

the rich, velvety taste of the chocolate sipped.


Here I am, again.



tO b3 conTinu3d..