Soulful Musings

Before the coffee gets cold by Toshikazu Kawaguchi is a pleasant novel. It's interesting due to it's easy storytelling. The book is set in Tokyo, in a cafe named Funiculi Funicula. It's a small cafe and it was famous because it was said that one could travel to the past. However, the only condition was that if one travels into the past, they could only see people who have been to the cafe. The cafe is small but efficient. The cafe owner, Nagare Tokita is a nice man, he doesn'

No longer was she happy, The chuckling bird quieting down, Her laughter never rose, The light in her eyes dimmed, Since the day she was called out, For dreaming big, She was trying to make her space, For her words, for her emotions, They called her out, labelled her, She endured it all, For the sake of peace, But her dream broke off, The guilt gnawing at her chest, She broke slowly, While the world continued living.

Silence is loud, When dreams break, Dreams don’t break loudly, They just crack, When you can’t hold them, You dream of something you love, Work hard to achieve it, But it stays away from your grasp, The will power breaks, And so does the dream, The silence is deafening, But it’s about reset, Of life, of dreams, And of our own soul.

A balmy morning, Orange hued sky , birds chirping, Wide lanes, a single soul, Holding responsibility, An author telling exquisite stories, Of fun times and the sad ones, A story to be told to the world, I met my significant half, The author I wanted to become, She’s living the life of my dreams, Of being what i wanted to be, Telling my story to the world, Of becoming an author inside me.

A beautiful dream, Of a life i dreamed, To have as my younger self, Of a dream, the life I deserved, A dream house, A job I love, Urge to write my own story, To make my dreams come true, The ones I owe to my younger self, A life that I didn’t have back then, And I want her to thrive in her own world.

Dream is a reality, Living in the back of head, The dream lives within us, Developing a deep love for the dream, For our own soul., Dreaming is like loving ourselves Is a kind of love, Which doesn’t hurt, Because we work to make the dreams come true, We manifest a love where we are understood and loved, Where the partners reciprocate the love, But it’s just a dream, Where love doesn’t hurt, Where you dream of a love, That doesn’t hurt anymore.