I just grabbed my laptop and dipped.
googled some new coffee shop and hid so far in the back, after 5 hours everyone who works here forgot I even snuck in here this morning.
I’ve been clicking on this keyboard all day, just letting the words flow
and none of them are making sense. I stopped writing to completion, the thoughts don’t work that way. They start off feeling like a great idea and then they take on life, and as sappy as it sounds, it soon becomes.
There is so much power in the word.
Even when you make them good
if the life you breathe doesn’t correlate
then the words will realign themselves
to fit the mood.
sounding a lot like seclusion and confusion
in the nape of mind of a coffee shop.