Iced Latte.
All this - look around.
You're a walking embodiment of
solipsism.
That's just a nicer way to put it,
the world revolving around you.
You feel like a perfect circle
inside of a bigger circle,
never touching.
Like you're always on the brink of a discovery
or of a destruction
or even both, who knows which is which.
Sometimes you just have to hold on, they say,
but other times
you really just want to be the one
people hold on to.
