I sip my coffee and watch the people They each have their own story to tell, their own past Maybe they can’t remember theirs Maybe they don’t want to anymore Maybe they loved every second of it Maybe they hated it But they are here They made it Every choice they ever made led them here to this sip of coffee To this conversation with a stranger To this smile and this breath of air It’s beautiful and complicated But I am here I made it I sip my coffee I watch the people I smile I am here
a poem about this morning, i sat in starbucks and people watched. i have bipolar disorder and lately things have been rough but today i grounded myself and simply existed. cherish the small moments my friends