Every photograph is perfect;
the colors, the vibe, the moment;
It feels aesthetic.
As I walk through the door
of a famous coffee house,
the bell moves
and the door shuts
due to the cold wind outside.
Menus with cinnamon flavour,
vanilla candles burning their own bodies,
jazz background music,
bookshelves for entertainment.
I can never get sick of this feeling.
I like to observe what people are doing,
how they're surviving everyday differently.
It's quite calm to know
I'm one of them and in the end
I was being watched by somebody too.
It's like I matter for once
until I realise that
"no matter how we choose to live,
we all die at the end."
YOU ARE READING
~my poems~
PoetryPoems I write that mean the world to me:) I am trying my best to put my thoughts into pages of words for you to read. 🤟🏻love you
