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13 aug 2019, Truth Coffee

Updated: Oct 8, 2019

Flat white. You're here because there's

absolutely no other way. All the other

roads are closed.

All the other options

are hidden in a magician's trunk

who does not know he is a magician.

You're here with

your arms like pillows

and dreams like birds

and eyes like dreams of birds.

You look in the mirror and you're

just as you imagined yourself

that day, at the crossroads.

You're also someone you don't recognise

and are also very awkward around.

You being here,

awkward,

confused,

is inevitable.

Take this confusion and drop it in an ocean,

let all the others coming after you

swim after it,

gather it,

absorb it and then polish it.

Make it a diamond on the crown of this

only world possible.