sugarproof

9:45 in the morning. im spending my time here in itoy's. Funny i ordered a milk in a not favorable price so i compensated writing over my thoughts using all this tissues at my front.
Im disdained by previous mistakes.. i could hardly get into another line until all the flaws are forfeited. its an emotional malady. i should always come here to express and find silence, i guess.. seems like playing the guitar wont work this time..
If its not that i have been addicted compromising, i wont be thinking this narrow.. but before it culminates i'll have to offer it a litte prayer . i know i should never be disheartened to go back and stand an aspiration that never dims :)
The cup is empty. this is no longer a flyleaf. i have written and this discourse has nothing to do with the folklore. outside it's raining. it's good i wasn't able to buy an umbrella 'coz i could have been going home without satisfting this blank tissue sheet.
The forcible aroma of coffe is inticing my nostrils. im a foolproof. 'coz im disconsulate and it's uncivil to rather outweigh the best of the time using fancy colors. that would then be cupidity..
To dismount myself off this place is to end these lines.. it started from my chest straight to this technology..now breathing is better heard.
.. still, the spoon is unused but im done with the steamed milk. could it be that it's tastier. but it's left unopned.. that sugar garapon..:)