Seeing people coming and going
singles … couples
Some are laughing …
Some are smiling …
Some are glancing nervously …
Some are holding hands …
Some are hugging …
Noticing coiling smoke from my black coffee cup …
Trying to catch the warmth it sends …
Letting loose all thoughts haunted my head …
Stealing others’ air of freshness …
Isn’t it lovely to be alone?
Isn’t it lucky to be a covert observer?
Isn’t it peaceful to be on your own?
Isn’t it free to be yourself?
@48cool
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