Monthly Archives: September 2010

An afternoon spent at a coffee house


Sitting by a big window. It’s so transparent. I can see though it into the world of trees and bushes existing neatly next to the pieces of my face. The tea steams hot with the scent of mint and the comfort I feel from its presence is enough to bring me back to myself.

A couple walks into my coffee house world.  They barely say any words to each other. He orders the drinks, she goes to the bathroom, comes out, then he goes. Her phone rings. She picks up and talks. He comes out, gets the coffee’s. She’s still on the phone. He motions to her with his head to leave. She gets up gets her coffee and he opens the door for her and they walk out.

A group walks in all dressed similar. Their leather jackets read, “Bikers for Christ”. What type of drink do the Bikers for Christ like? Do they go for the hard core straight shot of espresso or something more like a vanilla soy mochachino. This must be the happening spot.  They take their time and catch up on their day.  A very nice bunch. 

There are two women sitting to the right of me having a conversation about party line. I’m not sure what a party line is.  They don’t look like the party type of girls.  They are both dressed very conservative, but then again I shouldn’t judge a book by its cover.  

To the left of me there is an awkward conversation between two people sitting across the table from each other. I think it might be their first time meeting for a date. She laughs with hesitance a bit loud a bit uncomfortable. He sits and his eyes wander to all corners of the cafe. She looks at her phone and to the guys of the Bikers for Christ crew. She references to them several times making the guy even more uncomfortable. He’s wearing a blue metro uniform with his name on it. He must work for the metro. She plays with her hair and talks too loud.

I am sitting alone in a coffee shop in unfamiliar surroundings. I haven’t been alone in a long while. Just me and my head. Something is in the air. I’ve been feeling it for the past few days now. Something is here or near. Things are once again unfolding like a blanket of stars spilling over this world. There are love songs playing in here, and I am sitting alone, drinking tea, just being. I’m sitting alone. This feels really comfortable in some way. I am comfortable in sitting right here, being alone, listening to love songs, to coffee being brewed, to peoples voices appearing and disappearing with the swing of a door.

Everyone’s world colliding temporarily.


are you?


She said:
Are you riding on the back of a shooting star and clinging to the harmony of the galaxies afar?
Are you wandering in the streets of your hearts desire and spinning in the vast ocean of the blue-eyed butterfly?

I am plagued with remembering back on the days where the sun-kissed our souls and lifted us up with its rays…days where the wind spoke to us of its misty corners…I miss feeling like i was a feather…nothing on my shoulders or my back to carry…just an open mind and some music to dance by…some stars to sing by and a river to fly by…
I can feel it! I feel a tremendous change coming! I can feel myself on the verge of walking on water! a miraculous life is on its way.

He said:
A vast world full of hope, I traveled far, I traveled long…i waited for the answers but none arrived…I looked inside my own heart and saw everything i love and hate, i looked into your heart and only saw love perfectly absent of hate. the pain will come before bliss and then we will see who has stuck by their word and who has fled in fear…but please do not cast your shadow upon those who have feared. We all were scared…remember?