There's a mental image in my head of a girl in a cafe. She sits
in the same chair, places the same order, eats while she
stairs at the door, pays and leaves. I sleep just to dream with
her every night. To see if she finally runs away, if she flies
into freedom. But all she ever does is sit there with her coffee
and cake, always coffee and cake. Everything is black and
white. And she is soo silent, always silent and cold. My mental
image of the cafe girl is vivid and strong. I can almost breath
her pain. She is the ghost that hides all my hopes. I long to meet
her someday and tell her what she means to me, what she has
become. I need her to live, I need her to move on...
i wrote this in the coffee cup while i was drinking my coffee. on fridays i go into work late, cause it's my short day. i go to the coffee cup which is a coffee shop. i read and write and drink coffee and eat cake... this is a picture i have of me, of the person that goes into the cafe, the person i am when im alone and just there in my thoughts looking for something and i just eat my cake(i don't always order the same thing) and drink my coffee and sit there and stair at the world pass me by... at life pass me by.. and it's weird cause i'm so young but the hope, it's gone cause shit happens, and oh boy does shit happen.. so this is my reality from within trying to come out. today is friday but i won't be able to go to the coffee cup because there is going to be a protest outside. so that's why i'm posting this, to remember me...
the pic, the pic belongs to zort it's called My Muse is Gone. great pic, great artist
1 comment:
I had already read this and already said I liked it hehe.
And that guy zort is good friends with Severin Koller, who I think is a much better artist. This guy used to post really AMAZING photographs in deviantART but they banned him cause he's too cool XD! He was too honest when he saw something he thought was crap so they constantly banned him several times until they finally decided to ban him for good XD!
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