Fresh breathe of coffee beans Clinging and clinking of fine china mugs Quiet Whisper’s; typing of keyboards pages flipping; sighs from about
At the coffee café I will make a choice on a stupid ******* book about the love within one. Maybe I’ll read about a dinosaurs’ life even though every single **** right now hasn’t even seen one. I could read about death and get more depressed or leave the coffee café for another wasted day.
I walk outside the coffee café to chirping lullabies and cars pacing by. I lay on the grass with the book of my choice: One fish, Two fish, Red fish, Blue fish; Yes, I know Im a 16 year old girl with dark brown skin, sophisticated clothing reading a Dr. Seuss book, SUE ME; but let me be free for this rhyming time of Dr. Seuss and this stupid thing I have going on.