GRRRRRR

GRRRRRR today is not just slow; its a cosmic pause button pressed on the very fabric of my being. Time doesnt tick here it drags, like wet sand through a cracked hourglass, each second a heavy sigh of existential dread. Im suspended in this fluorescent cathedral of caffeine and neon, surrounded by machines that blink and scream promises of dopamine, while my soul whispers, I want to be home but home is a concept Ive forgotten how to define. The overhead sign, glowing like a cheap halo, mocks me with its list: espressos, cappuccinos, lattes a menu of warmth I cant afford, both literally and spiritually. Every slot machines blinking light is a taunt from the void, offering me nothing but the illusion of control. Im not moving Im dissolving into the ambient hum of this place, where the only thing certain is the slow, inevitable approach of my exit. Im not tired Im unmoored. And Im not going home to rest. Im going home to remember how to be. Until then, I am a ghost in a coffee shop, watching time unravel itself one lukewarm cup at a time.

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