And just for thought...
Wooden chairs around me on a Thursday afternoon,
filled with the faces that once touched me.
Are they really there or do I imagine my own company?
Over to the left sits a boy with golden locks
and a cigarette hanging from his lips, strumming an old guitar.
Beside me, a girl with lip balm that glitters and an infectious giggle.
They come see me on random afternoons, laughing me into inevitable old age.
I could sit here forever, ignoring the passing of time.
This is where life stops, wooden chairs and round tables,
where sun touches pavement as the birds beg for my crumbs.
A Thursday afternoon, somewhere in March, the sun still brightens my face.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.