I like coffee, books and rain.

The scent of old, that which brings pain.

Unequaled energy that destroys and creates.

Reminiscences, both pleasant and grim.

A betraying coziness which brings forth anguish, a hearth which sets fires.

I like coffee, books and rain.

They are pleasant, there, and plain.

But coffee burns and poisons,

Paper cuts flesh and destroys nations,

And as for rain, it can devastate a world.

Plagues, floods, you name it.

I like coffee, books and rain,

But I also fear them.

Because sometimes, when you’re least aware,

The things you love most will make you break.

Even though they seem trivial and harmless,

Even though you love them,

Even though they love you,

That deadly potential is always there.

So beware.

And stop loving.

Oh, and I like sushi.