A Stranger
I walk through the cold streets of New York
Carrying my dreams in my pocket
Hoping for a miracle
Fate has taken me all this way
Through a path that is changing
A journey that is unclear
In the end, I will thrive
In the end, I will live
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
Observe Your Surroundings
The wind seeped through a small crack in the mahogany door, giving the bistro a chill in the air. People sat in round tables gossiping about politicians, celebrities and scandals that had taken place. This always happened in the small café, especially when you arrived at seven thirty. This was a time where everyone who claimed to have a special place in society met and discussed their lives or other people’s lives. I had no interest in this, so I usually looked around the room.
I studied a young woman standing by the register machine, looking at her finger tips as she chewed a piece of gum. She seemed bored as she leaned against the counter with both of her elbows and stared off to space. The poor girl looked as if she did not sleep for weeks or maybe even months. I had seen her countless times in the café, standing there alone with her skin dripping in sweat and her body dwindling into nothing. I remember that she once had a healthy weight and than suddenly out of no where, she merely became skin and bones. I watched as she touched her hoop earrings by tracing its shape with her fingers .She took out a pocket mirror from her small, but reliable purse, her eyes gleamed as the sunlight hit her face from the open window.
A mysterious man in black stared at her from a distance and he smiled. She smiled back at him, but quickly turned her face away as if she were ashamed of something.
My mind was quickly turned away from this thought as my waiter walked forward and placed my platter of food on the table. Its sweet aroma reached my nostrils and my mouth began to water. It was my usual breakfast special that included pancakes, toast, sausage and a cup of coffee. I greedily eyed it and reached for a fork and knife and as soon as I had the tools in my hands, I took a bite out of a pancake and I felt the spongy texture in my mouth. The first bite made my taste buds curl in pleasure and it make me longing for more.
I later left the restaurant content and went into my car to listen to the opera Manon Lescaut on CD while driving. I listened to the operatic voices rising into a beautiful melody and I fell so deeply into the music that I almost felt like I was truly apart of the tragedy that the lovers faced in the story. In life we just have to enjoy the simple pleasures, and be aware of the wonders that life can bring .We just need to take a moment to observe our surroundings.
I studied a young woman standing by the register machine, looking at her finger tips as she chewed a piece of gum. She seemed bored as she leaned against the counter with both of her elbows and stared off to space. The poor girl looked as if she did not sleep for weeks or maybe even months. I had seen her countless times in the café, standing there alone with her skin dripping in sweat and her body dwindling into nothing. I remember that she once had a healthy weight and than suddenly out of no where, she merely became skin and bones. I watched as she touched her hoop earrings by tracing its shape with her fingers .She took out a pocket mirror from her small, but reliable purse, her eyes gleamed as the sunlight hit her face from the open window.
A mysterious man in black stared at her from a distance and he smiled. She smiled back at him, but quickly turned her face away as if she were ashamed of something.
My mind was quickly turned away from this thought as my waiter walked forward and placed my platter of food on the table. Its sweet aroma reached my nostrils and my mouth began to water. It was my usual breakfast special that included pancakes, toast, sausage and a cup of coffee. I greedily eyed it and reached for a fork and knife and as soon as I had the tools in my hands, I took a bite out of a pancake and I felt the spongy texture in my mouth. The first bite made my taste buds curl in pleasure and it make me longing for more.
I later left the restaurant content and went into my car to listen to the opera Manon Lescaut on CD while driving. I listened to the operatic voices rising into a beautiful melody and I fell so deeply into the music that I almost felt like I was truly apart of the tragedy that the lovers faced in the story. In life we just have to enjoy the simple pleasures, and be aware of the wonders that life can bring .We just need to take a moment to observe our surroundings.
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