A spoonful of eternity in my coffee and a pinch of chocolate, that’s all I need this morning. All the time in the world is never enough to do the things I want to. “why?” I ask myself. I know the answer, I don’t know what I want. There are emotions littered on my bed and dreams lying dead in the corners of the room. Walls around speak of stories unknown and I lay there, cup half empty, mind half full and coffee, godawful.