coffee with the devil
keep fighting your
demons;
i invite
mine
for
coffee
you haven’t lived until you’ve sat across the table from darkness, poured it coffee, and plumed cigar smoke in unison.
a casual sit down with death humbles a man, while a fight with him steals his soul.
it reminds him of the mortal ticking sound daily trivialities drown out.
it focuses his heart while hardening it enough to bear inevitable final goodbyes.
you can’t rush these meetings, nor can you multitask.
you can’t distract yourself when he sits there, vying for your light like a black hole.
let him sip and smoke slowly while you do the same, and take away the vital lessons of the pernicious game we play.
-garr_ck
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-Dan Garrick