in love with absolutely nothing (everything)

rainbows in a seattle cafe daring to dart through the pane.  This is the way things are today, the way they always have been.  Things surrounding me.  A table and chair, a coffee mug cracked and half full of ashes.  A magazine about amateur aviation.  Surrounded by things I guess you could say.  They tell us lies about our environs. They make it appear as if there is some point to it all.  No.  I sit in the coffee shop and I don’t think of anything, nothing either.  Just sit, for a while, until I see that the clock is ticking half past one.  Slowly get up, hand my change to the clerk, walk out into the world.  I’m full of smoke and caffeine.  I’m full of rays of sunshine.


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