Not the most appealing of all things, but yes, in my own little world, its the essentials.
Dreams born with coffee and smoke in front. A good view of the city skyline compliments the shades and shapes of my cup and tray.
A thousand thoughts scrambling their way out of my mind down to my pen and into this paper-fluid like water, stiff like steel. A black coffee table top supports, acts as a foundation, becomes the witness to my success.
A quick glance at the window, frames my vision of the future. A quick puff out my nicotine stick blows negative emotions away-up, up in the air, disappearing into thin air all the unnecessary pockets of doubt.
This is my retreat, my sanctuary-where i get my head straight-my thoughts cleared.
As sand is to the sea, I keep coming back to such a place. The scent attracts me like a bee to its honey.
Love lost, love found, a quick balance check of all things fuzzy.
Ashes to ashes, the cigarette burns-10's, 20's-red's and greens. An assorted color of happiness, freedom and sin that satisfies the spirit, the soul of each and every traveler.
The pacific sea looms over the horizon. Mystic, majestic just like the half full glass of water being served with a smike-always in his smiling mask-I wonder how he does it.
In corporate or in plain, in leather or in rubber, no segregation-a perfect world situated at the heart of the province.
The sun shines, the clouds hover, my Zippo taunting, teasing-need a light?
You hear sounds but never make out what it is. Conversations thrown around-serious, jest, bullshit-the smiles and stares connects them, creates a vivid resemblance as to my own.
Waiting, wondering, time delayed for a moment.
Coffee, smoke and dreams born one day-one day at a time.
