Starbucks

When I sit down on their wooden chairs and sip my steaming non-fat latte over looking all of the Starbuck-ians focused in their problems and tasks, it gives me time to think of what I want to be responsible for. I stare down at my beaten journal pretending to be so focused in thought that no one should dare approach me, I realize I have nothing really to write about. Jealous at the concentrated people surrounding me I decide to get up and take a breath of fresh air. I can't sit here with nothing to do, it's embarrassing. All of these people day in and day out with Starbucks as part of their daily routine like brushing your teeth or going to work, I have a longing to be a part of their group.

As I walk outside, giving up on the fact that I have nothing to write or think about, I pass by a "Song of the Day" card dirtied on the floor. Who is this girl and what could her song possibly be about. I have never heard of her but her hair seems in place on the picture so I pick it up. "Love Song". I wrote about love once, could our songs be related in some way? Maybe, or maybe I should just accept that I have no idea what she is thinking about. How many people does she think or know were touched by this song and have it on repeat? Or, how many didn't bother to even pick up the card, even if it meant listening to it for free? Hm... now for some odd reason without a cause for my inspiration. I start writing....