Coffee shop memories.
Sometimes I feel I am an old coffee shop.
The memories of past experiences, past lessons, and past loves are the recipes that have been on the menu since the shop opened. Always loved by the regulars, but might seem iffy to the one just passing through. A testament to what the shop has accomplished.
The lessons, and newer experiences and loves, the new recipes. Always attracting new patrons. New people. But almost never sampled by the regulars. The ones who always smell the new aroma, yet turn and order what they have ordered from the beginning.
But there are always those regulars who want to try something new. Who strive to try every brew, every leaf, and every crazy mixture out there. The ones who are adventurous enough to ask, “what do you have that’s new on the menu?”
Those are the ones I want to fill my life, my “coffee shop” with. And I am succeeding.
The old patrons, the ones who just have “the usual” are almost all gone, save for the few who stick around because of the memories they have made inside the shop. But they will soon stop coming in too. And that’s alright. Because I will always want to be surrounded by the ones who are excited to try new things.
Sending hopes to those with no names
I’m writing this to someone who probably won’t see it. Someone I don’t even know really.
Like prayers spoken to a god that may or may not exist, or wishes made to a shooting star with no name.
But whoever you are, and wherever you are, laying there, wishing things were different, wishing things didn’t happen the way they did.
I know how it feels, and I know what its like to want to numb whatevers going on, but you gotta’ be strong.
So that I can see you again someday
I do hope your okay.
Whatever it is that keeps my mind switched to “ON” at night needs to go away.
Or whoever it is.
I can’t help but think that your the one who keeps it on.
Who keeps me thinking about you.
As if your still thinking of me.
As if your planning on coming back.
Maybe, subconsciously, I’m keeping your mind in the “ON” position as well.
Maybe, you do still think of me too.
Maybe, you are planning on coming back.
Maybe, on two opposite ends of this city, we both have each others “ON/OFF” switch in the hand of our minds.
And maybe, neither of us wants the other to turn the switch off.
is it wrong to be in love with an electric car
Yes. Yes there is. Because there are no fun noises.
There are times that I wish.
I could read your mind.
But then I realize.
I would be afraid of what I would find.
Why am I still waiting?
Waiting for you.
It seems like I’m always waiting.
Waiting for you to come home.
Part of me wishes I would stop waiting.
But I know I won’t.
Because I still care about you.
I still miss you.
I still want to hold you.
I still love you.
Okay this seriously needs to stop.
I’m getting tired of it.
Tired of missing you.
You need to come home.
You knew how much I think about you to this day. And how much I wish you were laying beside me every night.
You said I would appreciate what you said. Well now I do.
Is it really so hard to find someone who wants to just cuddle sometimes? Serious question…