Yesterday I spent a few hours at a little café. I was sitting outside reading and writing in my journal. It was so peaceful and quiet and every now and then I would observe the other people sitting around me.

There was this one girl in particular that I seemed to observe closer than the others. She was there alone and reminded me a lot of myself. I could tell she was writing down her thoughts and taking her time. I realized that we may have been there doing the same thing. Writing and thinking.

It was very interesting to notice this girl's actions and it made me happy that we seemed so similar. I slowly began to just write about her in my journal. Her movements and her actions and everything I thought she was thinking. I pulled a little poem out of these observations:

The girl with the espresso and sparkling water

Writes the word "still" over and over in large letters

I cannot help but stare

She sits across from me

It seems as if we are thinking the same things

She is writing down her thoughts and she is not sure why

She just knows she needs them out of her head

She stops for a minute

Every now and then

And looks around for inspiration

She remembers she is in a beautiful space

She looks up

She keeps dropping her pen

She picks it up and keeps writing

She closes her notebook and opens it again

She continues to write to keep her mind off the heat

Just like me

We are both here alone

Maybe to escape and think alone

Even though we hate our thoughts

And writing them only makes them more real

We remind ourselves to look up

We keep writing our thoughts and continue to wonder why

We just know we need them out of our heads

We'll stop for a minute

Every now and then

And remember we are in a beautiful space