Bring To a Boil, Turn Down Heat, And Simmer For a Few Days...
I'm calmer now.
I don't drink coffee. But a lot of people I know do. It's interesting to me to watch the process: the hot liquid being dispensed into the carafe, and then poured out a little at a time into people's cups, until there is nothing left inside the container. But it's never really empty. The essence is still in there, the fragrance and hint of color reminding everyone that this glass had been touched by the bitter liquid...
That's how I feel now. The blinding rage and overwhelming hatred has drained from me leaving me empty, but not. The essence of the anger is still lingering.
And that's all I have left...
I don't drink coffee. But a lot of people I know do. It's interesting to me to watch the process: the hot liquid being dispensed into the carafe, and then poured out a little at a time into people's cups, until there is nothing left inside the container. But it's never really empty. The essence is still in there, the fragrance and hint of color reminding everyone that this glass had been touched by the bitter liquid...
That's how I feel now. The blinding rage and overwhelming hatred has drained from me leaving me empty, but not. The essence of the anger is still lingering.
And that's all I have left...