Black Coffee and Some Void Thoughts

Coffee tastes a lot bitter than the average today.
It must be because of the cold weather - the kind that brings about this vivid, yet completely dense, sense of melancholy - the kind that tends to keep you awake all night. I want to play bored but i just can't. I want to feel all giddy-up but my lost for words just rule the affair. Maybe, blame it to this recurrent disease called writer's block. My pursuit to write down anything profound is pinned down by a heavy doubt... My hungered sips engulfed my last cup of coffee, so i am supposed to die. I won't settle for beer. It's way too deviant. Tomorrow I know I'll do better. Tomorrow the rain should subside so I can write again. So to speak.