Chapter 1
So many sounds
Idle chit chat
Laughter from across Starbucks' floor
I listen, sitting alone but not lonely
Here I am
Waiting for inspiration
My senses are on overload
The sounds, sights, and smells
Refreshing chill in my chest from
My iced peppermint green tea
So, if you see me out somewhere
Sitting alone
In a cafe
A restaurant
Or some other capitalist refuge
Feel free to say hello in whatever language you know
For I listen, usually with a smile
And who knows
Perhaps I'll write you into my tales
And you'll have a new piece of my soul
To weave upon the tapestry of your history
