Paper heart.

Holding a hot cup of tea, feeling its fragile herbs that kiss my mind and hug my heart. I'm rewriting memories and moments on its surface. I see a fallen, yellow, autumn leave swimming in it and I smile. Time goes by so slowly, I feel warm at heart. It feels like sunset. So crushed, but still beautiful it is. I see my reflection floating and I blow it away. The tea is bitter, but somehow I like that. The warmth pulses in my body as I take small sips of it with my dry lips. I light one candle, softly, and I sit behind the window, thinking of how wonderful life is. Cheers with tea!