There is silence here, no motion ticking sloppy sounds into my ears, no bleeding through of bleating horns and and tire squeals. Your hair is a mess, and it's ok cause there is no sound of the judging minds wondering why you look so and so. It's quiet here, and so you can rest, you can wear an apron and cook a meal, you can eat it in peace and in silence, that's all that's here.

I thought that by coming to providence this weekend I'd be able to escape the doldrums of pouring cup after cup of boiling hot coffee, having to deal with self absorbed consumers who will jump for the most convenient option. I thought I'd be getting away for a while so that I could clear my head, so that I could think, so that I could spend some time with friends so that I could write a few stories, so that I could let my gray matter air out.
but you can't escape the things that make life what it is, the doldrums of pouring cup after cup of boiling hot coffee for the self absorbed consumers who jump at the chance for the most convenient option. The drama that always follows you, the expectations of others who don't even understand that expectations only hinder the growth process. This is life, this is what breathing in the air, filtering out the oxygen, and exhaling toxic fumes is all about. This is life.
So rather then try to escape it, I should embrace it, live in it, and find my peace of mind in the middle of it. A quiet afternoon with ryan, a pack of smokes, a glass of water, chopin on the record player, and a note book; suddenly the chaos quiets for a moment or two, it's never gone but its quieted for a few moments and sanity almost sneaks in. This is life