we always think about what we did with our lives and what did it get us. for me I gained nothing more than musings at 3am in a forgotten spot in a forgotten town. I was always welcomed with the smell of stale coffee that hadn’t been brewed fresh since lunch merely ten hours before. It wasn’t a friendly welcome but it was a welcoming.
here, in this small lit up space, I found myself disappear into something else No longer was I was person in a cubicle, answering phones, submitting numbers into a tired system. I was someone who although couldn’t beat insomnia, I made it apart of my life. I would learn about others and mold myself from my own clay into something new. I made it a point to learn from my tired mind and thoughts, I made sure I made not sleeping soundly through the night worth it.
It was always somber; just a tear stained cheek away from being devastating; I found my home here in the lit up shop on the corner of Sullivan and Orchard; Where I would always be greeted by the smell of stale coffee that hadn’t been brewed fresh since lunch merely ten hours before.