Morning drifts in coffee memories

isolated from our pillowed worlds

a steamy uprising of warm bones

vapors of coffee stirring languidly

two bodies reflected in shadow of sheets

musky smell kissing rim of early dawn

steamy silk skin soaking up sunshine

coffee cup cradled in sleepy hands

moments of shared time bobbing up

as we savor aftertaste of coffee on lips

world stops as intricate patterns

glow in java mist of coffee grounds.

There are three things that I could not live without. One is my grandmother, music, and the other is YouTube. My grandmother is like the pillow I fall back on. When I get into huge arguments with my parents or when they hit me I call her immediately even if she cannot hear me because of how bad I was crying. She would calm me down and tell me I am alright. She also told me to move in with her after I turn 18 to be safe. The other may sound stupid and you may say that I do not need these to live. I would tell you are wrong. Please, do not call me selfish or stupid because of this. When I turn on music, I forget about everything. I sit on my bed and jump up and down giggling. I would not care what was happening. I would blast music and zone out. Same thing with YouTube. It helps me forget everything. It make me laugh and it is the one cause of my laughter. Without these three things, I would fall into a pit of darkness. I would be deep into depression and anxiety. These things helped me find a way of my terrible life. My terrible situation I was born into. These things are like my flashlight in a dark forest.

The day begins,

& without it, I am stale, stagnant & far too simple.

Sure, an existence is possible.

But in it's absence I am sifting 

Through the Morn's & nights

Heavy, slow, & hollow. 

It's the essence of a lit soul 

It's the invisible drive, 

The unbreakable hold 

It can light all darkness. 

I've gotten so busy with deadlines & tasks

Taking care of others & wearing endless masks & hats

That I have been without it-

& it feels as if my insides have turned to mold.

The only thing to uplift my soul-

A gift from above, you can try & say its from below. 

But I know-God rings through my eardrums & reaches my bones

When I am driven by music. 

A small drift, 

A distant echo

A relatable, excited heartbeat that uplifts

This is music. 

Something that soothes & moves us

Regardless of the culture. language, past, present, or future.

Every atom of every soul 

Can hear a bright song & let go 

Can feel the depth of a brooding, seeping hold

From demons that everyone knows 

From a voice & instruments that tell of struggles of old 

& feel they are not alone. 

The eternal breeze from the lord above 

Sweeps the skin on my face, 

Reminding me of eternal grace & love.

If I stop writing, 

If I stop playing the tones of my bones

At the very least 

I will never stop listening 

Admiring & paying respect

To all of the brave souls

Who bare themselves to the world

All for their entertainment  

While they turn & judge 

Let's hope they don't stop 

& continue to console. 

Even in my dying days, 

I'll hum a sweet tune

Remember a magical memory 

The sound track to love, lust, beauty, heartbreak dispair-

The essence of everything. 

Music.