coffee of the day

well, its 6am.
that in itself can tell more then my own artist words can. through my small window i can see just a slight slit of beautiful bright blue sky. my room mate has just left so i feel free to wander the quite halls of my home in peace. the coffee is on its way.
i would say my love addiction to coffee is one of pureness. i do not drink coffee for the caffeine, although as time has gone by it seems my body rests on that need. but in my heart, my spirit my mind, i drink coffee for the beautiful aroma that hits my face it the cloud of steam that sifts into the air as I pour my first cup. Its the creamy cafe sense of peace that draws me to sit in silence as i sip my first cup. my imagination places coffee in a world of chaos, with dead lines and fees but me just sitting. ignoring the rushing of people. ignoring the world of then and now and later. me and coffee is pure in thought. it is pure of the world. its just me sitting, listening to the world that no one cares for. its me seeing the beauty that everyone is in but never sees. coffee is my time to see the world in my own eyes.
now who could want to seperate me from that!?