I sit here in the corner of the cafe, imploding my words, as they are hitting the pages of my blog.
As people come in and out, I try and block others out, as they fill the spaces around me, I write harder and faster. Stopping to look up, out of my small circle, that covers me, as I write.
Music blares in my ears, as I glance around the cafe. People chatting, writing on their laptops, drinking hot beverages and spending what time they have together with others.
As I keep my head down, in my writing, people move around, and when I look up again, the cafe is empty, still.
As people leave, they place their empty cups, their wrappers, and bottles, upon their trays, and rush out the open doors.
But me?
I stay, with my music playing in my ears, filling up on hot drinks, to keep me motivated and awake. Before I too drift away.
I see families with grandchildren, couples on dates, students coming to study, and others coming for takeaways.
So many lives happening in one little cafe.
Whilst the businesses of the outside chatter, fall in and out of the shopping mall.
As I sit here, I have sent out applications, had a meeting, written parts to my story, eating lunch, defended a little boy from hitting his head flat on the side of the wooden table and spent some time watching the lives of others as they drift in and out around me.
With no rush to get home, I stick it in, and stay a little longer.
At this rate, I could still be here by closing time. But I sure hope not.
One thing that I forgot, was my sketch book.
But I am sure to do some art when I do finally arrive home.
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