To quote a poem "I sit in solemn silence..." but not on a "doll dark dock". I sit in a coffee shop peering out the window. The night stretches out before me. I am filled with an empty fullness. I sip the caffeinated beverage before me. It worms the emptiness. I continue to stare out with little to no interest to the passers by. I pop my fingers. I feel like I'm waiting for something but I'm not sure what it is. Whatever it is I am quite impatient for it to come. I hate this feeling of inpatients. This is what life must be like. Waiting for something to happen. I do not believe that this will be my fate and it does not have to be anyone else's either. Life is not about waiting it is about achieving. Go out and get it. No matter how scary or crazy. Go for it. Seek out the unbelievable and unforgettable. That being said I rise from my chair and walk out the door and into the night and the unknown.
I'm not sure what exactly I am writing about, it just as the title says my rambles and ponders