break

its raison d'etre is suppose to be to ease the tension of whatever one is doing; a short and oftentimes insufficient amount of rest in the midst of the rat race that is suppose to be 'modern-day living'. it is the time to do all the laying back and relaxing you can cram in a few minutes, and then you are off.

and then one day, while raising your hands in surrender at the garish, high pitched sounds of people screaming things you cannot understand, the steaming mug of coffee screamed its own version of sizzling esophagus as you dunked it in, in one gulp.

of course you wanted to pass out. but caffeine kept you awake.

then you realize you cannot take a break.

you intentionally stuffed you ears with the screaming voices of people on the phone to muffle other screaming voices on your head. you keep your hands moving, your eyes darting, your mind racing to match the velocities of 'modern-day living' approaching the speed of light, in order not to get stuck on memories that you cannot leave behind.

you realize you cannot take a break. because taking a moment to breathe makes you think about a face, and the other definition of the word 'break'; too painful and violent, it causes you to dunk a steaming-hot mug of coffee down your throat in one gulp.