cup of coffee

Feet tucked closely together, time ticked second by second. a thin wisp of air surround the room like it's meant to linger while you take short glimpses onto the screen, tightly gripping on your warm cup of unfinished tea. You wait for an outcome, a result, or anything, that could probably soothe your fast-paced heart from constantly beating oddly quick.  Trace back time to roughly about five years ago, huge buildings overlooked a teen who believed, maybe even strongly presume that dreams are a figment of a highly creative imagination, inspired by unrealistic books on dusty shelves. A teen who could only hope and pray that something goes well for her, for once. Don't get mistaken, events in her life have been going smoothly in unexpected ways but fear was a huge factor. Fear of the uncertainties in the midst of her mundane life. Sleepless nights, glazed eyes filled with tears that only starry nights are able to witness while she ponder on her unfathomable and rather bleak futur...

  Isn't it strange how love works?  Walking from empty spaces to tall skyscrapers,  Tall skyscrapers to secret alleyways, Secret alleyways to empty spaces again.  We feel intensely, we act on our feelings leading to decisions that could make or break us. Honestly, who told us love was easy? Our hearts could never ever be fully ready to overcome the highs and lows of unknown roads and yet, here we are, ready to risk our hearts for people who were once strangers. The vulnerability people hold closely to themselves, kept hidden in tightly enclosed rooms, locked in the strings of their blood vessels, and yet, it get all loose, untied and full of holes when a person comes along. The intensity of an emotion no one could simply comprehend with words but somehow, simple phrases can easily tore hearts apart. There is no middle ground with love, no staying within the lines because in the end, we break our rules for souls. We tell ourselves, next time we will get stronger, brav...

Life. Life has a funny way of saying "Here you go, a sprinkle of challenges for you and a dash of heartbreaks. All the best my love". Then, you're left alone to handle things that come ahead. Some days you get excited, some days you reached brink bottom and other days, you just feel empty. Like a speck of dust lingering in stuffy rooms and old books, you wait for some purpose in life, a meaning to live for. That, my friends, is the abstract representation of being in our 20s.  So, where do we begin? How did being in our 20s became such a pressurizing and painful age to live in? Was it when the education system started? Or when social media started circulating "perfect visions" of how being in our 20s should be? When we all graduated from school, everyone is expected to secure a job immediately, get the best job you could ever obtain, build a whole empire of financial earnings, have a consistent hustle culture and the best of friends. That sounds perfectly pieced...