A paper coffee cup…
Holds scalding hot liquid on to your lips…
Gets burnt within as you sip…
Makes sure you and your please safe…
Gets empty and crumpled with grace…
And you throw it off to its fate…
Recently I travelled in a train. I love train journeys as they give me the illusion of an impending journey of life and an eventual termination with a brief time period within your grasp unlike air travel. And unlike road travel they do not have the restriction of mobility within. I bought a coffee cup for five bucks sipped and… crumpled the cup… and let it flow the slipstream. I suddenly felt remorse and disgusted about myself… for using the cup to relish something and then discarded it in an inhuman way. Sounds too stupid to treat as an emotional trauma, but sometimes some experiences makes us lose the distinction of what is trivial and… what is life…
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