… with a mighty cup of coffee on the side!
(My) Some people’s slogan ^_^
Coffee lovers unite to end violence!
The Coffee Art Project is a high profile art competition linked to the theme of coffee; it is one of the core initiatives of UK Coffee Week. Organized in collaboration with Tate Modern and Tate Britain, the competition aims to showcase the creativity of emerging artists, while engaging those who share a passion for great coffee. Artworks submitted will be auctioned at The London Coffee Festival with all proceeds supporting much-needed clean water and sanitation initiatives in coffee producing countries.
“Love liberates. It doesn’t just hold—that’s ego. Love liberates. It doesn’t bind. Love says, ‘I love you. I love you if you’re in China. I love you if you’re across town. I love you if you’re in Harlem. I love you. I would like to be near you. I’d like to have your arms around me. I’d like to hear your voice in my ear. But that’s not possible now, so I love you. Go.” ~ Maya Angelou
I just want to close my eyes and see you … remember you with each fiber of my body, every cell of my skin to be filled with your warmth. It is impossible to forget you, as my body remembers yours all the time: the sweet, calm emotion of your arms embracing me, I can still feel it. It’s been almost a year and more days to pass until we will be together again, yet we’d never felt this close. At the slightest inflection of your voice, my heart starts racing, telling me you’re here and that the empty side of my bed is but an illusion. You can make the time stop: nothing’s changed and everything’s alright at your only reassurance. We do not fear distance, we own it. We let distance pull us together and confess rather raw and unfinished, honest thoughts that make us unbreakable. No judgement finds its place in our life, because we can see ourselves mirrored in each other thus, knowing what to adjust and how to be free to be us even when or not together.
‘What is on your mind?’
The type of question that no longer seems to be needed; because you and me, we both know. It is the look in your eyes, the mere reflection of my own image and tears that gather in the corner of your eyes that speak. Words are redundant when the souls connect; we are so different, yet so inseparably the same. You once said we were twins and perhaps that in an ancient time our souls truly were, and now they had re-found each other. It might be the reason why we know one another inside-out and why we find comfort in simply being in a duet. Not two voices that sound like one, but voices that beautifully harmonize and make the singing birds feel jealousy.
There is no part of my existence that has not been incommensurably touched by you. My coffee? It always reminds me of the early mornings when before leaving for work, I would make two cups of coffee, gently placing one by the night stand next to you, only to find it later in the evening, almost untouched and in the same place. It did not bother me, on the contrary, it was one of the sweetest ways to start the day although you didn’t need to wake up and neither did you really enjoy the bitter-sweet taste of it, you wanted to be part of my morning routine and it never felt more lovely. Or your hugs when waking up beside you, that only made want to abandon all worldliness and just slip back into dreams.
Your arms bear magic, the kind of magic that sweeps all the sorrows and make me believe all is possible.
Rarely do we meet people who truly understand the reason behind our actions … even those you ran into a couple of times, seem to read you so much better than the ones that have known for a matter of years.
It’s amazing how reassuring it feels to simply hear a confirmation of what you are doing right now, in this very moment in life, is the right stage for you; then again, why cannot those who claim they know you, offer you the same trust and encouragement?
Are we just prone to judge the people we ‘know’ best? Or are we merely listening with our heads instead of open hearts?
I believe that in a friend’s perspective, it all starts from the premise of how long you’ve know each other as an allowed-judgment-tool that empowers them to question your every move; not that it would be for the wrong intentions, definitely all’s in your best interest. However, too much questioning always makes you wonder and ponder on the perfectly sure about decision: isn’t in fact, but a dream, a house built on sand? They ask safety questions. Nonetheless, if not in appropriate dosage, it can easily break the spirit. A little piece of safety advice from me: don’t let it happen, know when and where to draw the line. If you provide good answers to their questions and yet it’s not enough, then it’s entirely their choice to either be happy for you, support you or to walk away. Good friends will always be there for you, despite of differences of opinions, circumstances … through it all. The ones who hold your hand and walk beside you. The ones who let you be yourself and with whom even words become redundant. The ones you dearly miss when having a coffee and they’re not present. The ones who make you feel like time stands still, every time you meet.
Perhaps that until later in life, one will not realize the impossibility to blindly rely on the carefully well-intended doubts of friends, and that the time will be just right to learn who their soul mates actually are.
Yesterday I had the privilege to be nominated for the Very Inspiring Blogger Award, by Viktoryarch to whom I am truly grateful.
The nominee shall display the Very Inspiring Blogger Award logo on her/his blog, and link to the blog they got nominated from. Should you find some inspiration from your other fellows, do not hesitate to mention them (15 nominees).
Here are my fifteen nominees, that I admire, and the links to their pages:
Also, do not forget to mention three things that inspired you this week.
The things that (always) inspire me to write:
*My fellow writers, here on WordPress.com.
*The day to day , whether small or mind blowing events that are the source, the powering through in my writing.
*My Loved ones ~ last but not least, because my life without them – I simply could not imagine that.
That a Challenge for a Fruitful Summer Holiday! 🙂