A 3-Day Autobiography in a Coffee Shop*
I walk inside the coffee shop
I sit on the chair by the window
I look around and I see people
People dark and strange
People weak and strong
People bright and giving
People, just people.
The next day,
I walk inside the coffee shop
I sit on the chair by the window
I look straight and I see less people
People sad
People happy
People sad and happy
People, like any other.
One day,
I walk inside the coffee shop
I sit on the chair by the window
I look outside the window and I see
I see, from within a reflection of me.
Meanwhile from outside the window, I see more people
From inside the coffee shop, I see them see me from within.
I sit on the chair by the window
I look around and I see people
People dark and strange
People weak and strong
People bright and giving
People, just people.
The next day,
I walk inside the coffee shop
I sit on the chair by the window
I look straight and I see less people
People sad
People happy
People sad and happy
People, like any other.
One day,
I walk inside the coffee shop
I sit on the chair by the window
I look outside the window and I see
I see, from within a reflection of me.
Meanwhile from outside the window, I see more people
From inside the coffee shop, I see them see me from within.