2p.m.
2a.m.
It makes no difference
Certain cafes in this world
Have a zone all their own
For people like me
The dreamers, the artists
The heartbroken romantics
To take a sweet drag of
medium-roasted mocha java
and watch the world through the window
go by on a sidewalk
Going by, going by
As I sit in my booth
And create new worlds in my head
Where people speak truths
No one utters aloud here
For April, I am challenging myself to both #NaPoWriMo but also the #AtoZChallenge.
This is my personal blog about being present and in the moment and working to keep this fire within me burning.