I had a cup of coffee, then two
I took a pen and wrote some notes on the paper
About the future, about the past
I wrote a letter to someone who will care enough to read it
I even draw a picture of the world as I see it
Just a black sheet of emptiness.
I don’t like guns
But I feel safe when I have one around
As being attacked too many times in my life
I always bear that feeling of threat incoming towards me.
The coffee, the pen and the gun.
I used only two of them.
The third stayed untouched.
For how long?