Embraced by the familiar acidity of espresso

The kind that lingers in your sweaters

Reminds you of where you came from

Subtle, Indie, grooves

Set the tone

To this familiar place

Which has been a home

A home which has wiped my tears

and gifted me a place to escape, get away

Where the baristas who share their warmth

know my story and my name

As I sit in this booth

tapping in sync with the clinking of coffee pots

I close my eyes and silence invades

Until a mug is set before me

I tell Nicole she can keep the change

A feeing so vague yet so familiar.

LAME can’t begin to describe having dreams to dance among the stars, but being held back by the FEAR of choking on the clouds.

Knowing what keeps you fulfilled, but deciding to settle for the gum stuck to the bottom of your shoe because it’s RELIABLE and SAFE.

Yep, definitely the LAMEST superpower ever...but at least I’m a superhero