Forrest Gump was wrong
It's not a box of chocolates...
Sometimes, life is like a mug of coffee.
It's the heart mug, which already has a chip,
but you didn't want to throw it away anyhow.
The coffee has cooled down for a while,
and instead of the adrenalizing effect it once had,
now it's just cold, black and bitter.
I'd rather like some hot coffee,
and I desperately need some cream now, and sugar.
Sometimes, life is like a mug of coffee.
It's the heart mug, which already has a chip,
but you didn't want to throw it away anyhow.
The coffee has cooled down for a while,
and instead of the adrenalizing effect it once had,
now it's just cold, black and bitter.
I'd rather like some hot coffee,
and I desperately need some cream now, and sugar.
posted by Claudia at 22:53
2 Comments:
you are right, it's not always a box of chocolate... but it is our choice to make it a chocolate or coffee....
Beautifully written. I can't believe so much time has passed since we've talked. Life seems to be on speed lately. I miss you. I want you to be happy.
I went to the movies on Friday, and I was nervous because it's in the city where my ex-boyfriend lives. An ex from FIVE years ago. But I thought, what if I run into him? And I realized, shockingly, that in five years I have not changed at all, nor grown at all. Same job, same living situation, same financial situation. Same, same, same, except fatter. What a thought! How did that happen? I'm the deer in the headlights, afraid to move. I don't want to be afraid anymore.
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