This cafe is no Starbucks.
No tea leaf&coffee; bean here.
They don't even play music.
Instead of tables and stools,
I've found myself lounged on top
of a quaint, bohemian styled sofa.
I'm figuring the target atmosphere is comfort.
Its fitting, but not for me.
Old memories are sitting on the sofa across, staring right at me.
I have to remind myself not to wave.
*"Don't give in to nostalgia.
Forget us all. If you do and you come back, don't come see me."*
Be that the representation of everything I have to let go.
© 2014 Rhea Nadia
Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 8:13 PM UTC
This cafe is no Starbucks.
No tea leaf&coffee; bean here.
They don't even play music.
Instead of tables and stools,
I've found myself lounged on top
of a quaint, bohemian styled sofa.
I'm figuring the target atmosphere is comfort.
Its fitting, but not for me.
Old memories are sitting on the sofa across, staring right at me.
I have to remind myself not to wave.
*"Don't give in to nostalgia.
Forget us all. If you do and you come back, don't come see me."*
Be that the representation of everything I have to let go.
© 2014 Rhea Nadia
"Don't give in to nostalgia. Forget us all. If you do and you come back, don't come see me."
(Excerpt from "Cinema Paradiso" 1988 film)
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