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I wrote into a blank page.
Nothing else, just me and my pen, busying ourselves in the corner coffee shop on a mundane Saturday afternoon, against the rich aroma of cappuccino, short black, and flat white all mixed into one. My take-away coffee sat steaming next to me, as I plunged deep into my thoughts. I've got my headphones on, and the music from John Mayer playing the acoustic version of Good Love is on the Way ushering in the background. Outside the window, people walked pass all they wanted, cars drove by all they wanted, but they couldn't move me.
No, not this afternoon.
There must have been something about me, being totally absorbed in my illegible world of blue ink along blue lines. People could only look on enviously. That's right, I was on a mission, sticking to my master plan to turn the tide against one of those lazy weekend afternoons. Ones where intersections, traffic lights, T-shirts, jeans, and everyone else faded into the periphery as if they had been through the wash too many times. I wished I had the urge to search for a new T-shirt too, but such as the life of an internally solitary creature on a solitary afternoon. Superficiality seemed to have somehow escaped me. All the same I felt like my plan was working. I couldn't be sure for how long precisely, but one thing I did know, was that I was going to let myself unravel in this comfortable niche I crawled into all afternoon, topping up on coffee and scribbling words on paper as time took some time off to do either yoga or pilates with her friends.
I just knew it was going to be a stationary afternoon.