Coffee shop walls know it all.
My secrets, wishes and obscure fantasies.
I write in the comfort of their arms. I know these walls can do no harm.
I feel protected.
I know I will not be judged.
I feel in an odd way loved.
In the public eye, People pass me by.
Some whisper, some stare.
There are times when I feel like an outsider within the shadows of this city.
These walls have become my home.
Something I can call my own.
My heart pours out freely onto the paper in front of me.
I am safe. I am free.
-Lily P. McLaughlin-
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 7:21 PM UTC
Coffee shop walls know it all.
My secrets, wishes and obscure fantasies.
I write in the comfort of their arms. I know these walls can do no harm.
I feel protected.
I know I will not be judged.
I feel in an odd way loved.
In the public eye, People pass me by.
Some whisper, some stare.
There are times when I feel like an outsider within the shadows of this city.
These walls have become my home.
Something I can call my own.
My heart pours out freely onto the paper in front of me.
I am safe. I am free.
-Lily P. McLaughlin-
