I’ve been sitting in the exact same corner in this coffee shop for more than an hour. I have finished the latte, any time soon I will have to order something else.
I look outside through the windows, snowflakes will covered to earth with this constant flow.
I love snow, as I love the rain. If I have to choose which one I prefer more, I would choose snow over rain. Simply because back in my hometown there is no such thing as winter and snow. Don’t you love something out there which you couldn’t find it in your own home?
My bike outside already covered with snow. Should I go outside playing with the snow, or just watching like this from inside the cafe. Funny, this thought always around whenever there is snow or rain. Yet I always stay dry and clean inside.
I flip one page after another of my book. Try to focus on the story that i have hardly remember what was the book all about.
“Should I leave this place and find my passion somewhere else?”, i said one night. We were having our coffee, talking this and that, and suddenly this topic came up
“Looking for new place to find your passion, or running away for whatever have been haunted you all this time?”, he responded, coldly.
“ Maybe the second one. I am on denial, right?” , i sigh listening with my own answer.
“So you know”, he said again. And I keep silent, for the rest of the night.
My thought get distorted when a little kid touch my hand.
“ Bitte?”, I asked the kid.
He just smile, kid kind of smiles. The smiles that give bunch of comfort to those who is looking at him.
I offer him a cookies, let him eat it, so he will let me enjoy my personal time with my thought, and my already cold cup of coffee.
So das leben, so is dass. I said in silent
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