Day seven of no coffee and I’m still sipping my vanilla tea.
With no vices but the Bean, I imbibe its aromatic brew so I can address the day’s demands and get stuff done. Without my cup of courage, I feel like a raw, vulnerable nerve, stripped of my armor to the world.
My tea bags offer solace through philosophy. Encouraging words to hold beneath my thumb as I steep.
Feeling a little hesitant with mounting tasks ahead, I know love won’t pay the bills. But maybe if I reach deep down, I’ll find some organic buoy of my own, no filter needed.