Coffee

Gingerbread Brown

I remember hearing about you in my second year of university, and seeing you every so often. I don’t believe we talked at all but I knew you seemed like a cool person. Like a gingerbread brown, you are a colour that doesn’t really stand out too much – you’re not loud and you aren’tContinueContinue reading “Gingerbread Brown”

He wandered around alleyways, Searching for the place Of their rendezvous. Like a dead man walking, He inched into the hidden café And inhaled the caffeinated aroma As if it were a drug, Breathing in the scent And perking up like a puppet.