Sunday, March 30, 2014

Sitting at the SLC Roasting Co.

It helps to be around strangers. There are so many different types of people here. It makes the world feel less small right now. This is where I want to go to forget the past. In a banana coconut latte I burn the memories. These are the flavors of escape. Their warmth melts anxiety straight through my chest. I feel soft, like clay sitting in the window, ready to be sculpted. Now I just need a sculptor. Where is she? I wait patently to meet her. What shape will I become from her influence? I hope for something different. I hope for something good.

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