I love going to coffee shops alone
The chill vibes with their soothing playlist
Hot coffee and tea to warm the soul these cold winter days

Call me hipster
I say it's relaxing
Who needs stereotypes anyway

Just being here soothes my aching mind
I wish I brought my pen and spine
Instead I'm glued to my phone
To write my heart out on instead

A date with myself is just what I needed
In the stress of the holiday season
A familiar place with friendly faces
Breathe life into my mind
Fuel my creativity  

Bring me inspiration
A desire to create
Self expression
Oh what a life

The boy fell down the stairs
and on to his head,
to soon find out
that he'd never be "normal" again.

That's where I found it, but it's not where it was,
so I'll pick it up and put it somewhere else just because.
This is what it looks like. This is how it walks:
like a quarter machine capsule on a pair of chopstick legs.
Cup it to your ear and you can hear the ocean lying.
Lie down on the sand and you can hear the mollusks dying.
A storm is just a bunch of sad clouds collectively crying.
This is the part where you float away.