Fresh air to breath,
Having a sip of coffee.

I was looking outside the winder - blankly,
People would walking by - busily, quickly.

The same old routine I've been repeating on,
Will it be nice to have a change? Sort of.
But where should I start then?
It may sounds easy,
Like brewing coffee beans, it's not.

I have no idea what I'll gonna do with my life,
Am I gonna fo the path as bitter as espresso?
Or as sweet as latte? Maybe both?

As long as I'm still alive, it's not too late,
It's just a new beginning.
It may be challenging,
The decision will be on me.



- xoxo, Balqis ♡

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