Written On January 14, 2014, 8:22pm
Well, this is depressing.
Where am I, where am I? I think the audience is asking.
I’m alone in a coffee shop with my laptop, waiting for my buy one, take one coffee. Oh wait, here it is.
I am alone. Hopefully, in an hour, I won’t be.
Normally I would probably be angry and just go home. Or probably not. Apparently, I’m a waiter. Not the kind that just served my drinks. The one that always waits.
It started six years ago. Or maybe even before that. Maybe I’ve been waiting all my life. A cliché, I know. Let’s ask the obvious question, then: for what?
I really have no idea. Hey, maybe that’s what, I’m waiting for an answer. What am I waiting for? The meaning of life? Starlights? Magic?
How about the very obvious, Love?
Nah, I have that.
That’s why I’m in this coffee shop.