Lattes & wine, the comeback.

The great mosaic of living with attention.

I started lattes and wine, the first version, as a school project. It became a space where I poured words over heartbreak, loneliness and solace, a futile attempt to express my feelings, and in such, find, or rather, rebuild myself.

I know, many years later, feel that lattes and wine are still present in my life, maybe more so than I ever thought they would be.

Lattes and wine are symbols for looking for deep enjoyment in life’s mundane moments. They are both my teachers and my students.

Lately, I’ve been feeling a drive to find a space for deep expression. I’ve always felt fire for words, their meanings and expressing one’s thoughts through language. However, this fire was reduced to ashes in my teenage years, as poetry and literature were not the most popularity inducing activities a teenager could engage in.

What a shame, I know.

But the drive is back. Not for writing the poetry, but to cherish the words of those poets who valiantly decide to pour their hearts in words available to others.