True Love of Coffee

I thought I would do some creative writing and take a few moments from my past and write down some of my thoughts on them. I’m trying to convey a little feeling to how I felt. Convey a little bit about how I see things that probably don’t communicate to people when I am there in person. I guess I’m quiet that way. I think on the inside and feel it.

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Thinking of you

She glanced over her shoulder and smiled at me. I thought to myself how odd it was that I would never see her again. I barely even knew her name yet I felt something between us. Maybe I was just being crazy. That’s what I told myself as I fumbled for my keys in my pocket. As I grasped the handle to my car door a gull flew overhead. My mind was so serene right then and there I could hear the flapping of it’s wings against the wind. I could hear my thoughts and nothing else. The children playing in the field didn’t exist for me. The cars driving by on the road were forgotten figments of my imagination. Yet I felt warm inside and smiled to myself as I sat down behind the wheel. I felt at peace with who I was.

Quiet Angst

I saw it so clearly. The curl of the lips as they slowly but surely lost the happiness they expressed. Eyes deadened from the lit jewels they were into pools of heartfelt tears never being shed. The shoulders went down and forward as the expression to be exposed faded from mind. A peaceful breathing quietly paused and was replaced by a tone of silence that felt so controlled. An entire stance told me that something within had changed.

Never quiet

I sat there with my lips pressed against one another. So many ideas swirling above the table as cups of hot coffee became cool. Puffs of laughter erupted from nearby bodies like the odd scent of the cigarettes wavering over the conversation. I could hear the breathing of people I loved nearby when I closed my eyes. I believe that they could only imagine seeing me as I stirred the sugar within my cup. That perhaps they could see the smile I had shared with so many people quietly obscuring the feelings I had inside.

Peaceful slumber

So quiet. I watched my friends as the chorus of breathing paused and changed. None of them were awake. The laughter in the room was long gone. It was simply replaced with the fading rhythm of life and peace. I thought to myself as I watched the quiet continue. The position they were in. The expressions of their bodies changing as they dreamed of places that were not here.

Cry

I couldn’t help but wonder. I couldn’t help but cut at myself inside. I was watching tears form and roll down as if they were raindrops falling from an angel. A face that I had previously seen with a smile now broken by this sadness and anger that became so physical. My hand wanted to reach out and touch those tears and brush them away but the pain from which they wept was hidden and protected so deeply. I tried to feel them. My heart tried to wrap itself around the pain. It tried so desperately to embrace the injury so painful to witness.

Good-bye

Nothing could have ever prepared me for this moment. A few days was not enough. I wanted more. I wanted to breathe life and share it. I wanted to express my thoughts with every moment. They would never understand that from this moment, every second I had would in some way be shared with them. They would hold a place in my life even when I was alone. A few memories from today would guide my path as I learned to live life again. I could only hope that each door that opened in my future would give me a chance to once again meet them and say hello.

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