Morning coffee

Part I
Monday morning, the scent of my first this day coffee, the gentle whisper of the computer, the taste of the early hour. Some radio music in the background, I guess it's some Dundee radio station, but I'm not sure. Another day has just started, another Hope has just come to life.

Yesterday I had a serious talk. Talk about life, its ups and downs, bittersweet tears and breathtaking moments. Talk about running away, and about doing the right thing. Talk about dreams and empty hands. Talk about me and him. With red wine, a box of Lucky Strike, night around us and stars above.

It all comes to an end. Another chapter of my life has ended. Another chapter has just opened. As some say, that when a woman cuts her hair it means that something has already changed. But I say, do your hair first. You can never be sure whom you gonna meet walking into your new life, but be sure to look good when doing it.

Part II
I've been wondering tonight, smoking my first cigarette today and drinking evening coffee, when I'm myself.
Is it when I wear highheel shoes and smart clothes or when I wear trainers and jeans?
When I listen to Moloko or to Norah Jones?
When I love or when I hate?
When I wear blacks or reds?
When I write poems or algorithms?
When I say what I think or when I think what I say?
When I get myself dead drunk or when I pray?
When I stay or when I run away?
When I dance or when I cry?
When I like dogs or when I like cats?
When I am a slut or when I am a nun?
When I have a fruit salad or when I have chilli con carne?
When I care too much about my friends or when I don't give a damn shit?