Sometime your life will be miserable for a cup of tea. You will feel so hollow that nobody can’t understand. And sometimes you will need a shoulder to cry. And there will be a waltz going on inside. You will find yourself in a concert hall but no one will be there to sit beside. This is life. In any version, I love it. Life is and will be always a gift. A gift for what I will always fight.
Happy coffee night!