Espresso hits me whilst the buslting city fights against ticking time, the electric air hums with life. People chatter as plates clatter, the rich scent of coffee collides with a haze of city fumes. People rush by, cars thunder past, sirens wail.
The jolt of life wraps itself through everyday and seduces every second. Yet in the daze of our realities our mind warps, we fight against ticking time, loosing every second.
In the search for eternity never loose sight of life, the passing seconds of the day that come with every breath. With every fleeting minutes comes a chance to take action. Listen to the pulse of the air, the jolt of life.
Lately words have escaped me and at times my thoughts stumbled into the dark place of self doubt. As my being battled as too whether to even try and write, a sign came. I believe signs are everywhere, these signs lead to a truth. This one came in the package of a Juicy Couture perfume competition, were entrants must write a short paragraph what their favoruite Juicy Couture perfume is and why. I decided to enter, and won. I took this message as yes, I should continue to write.