Days Going By

Even if I haven't slept well
I'm always looking forward for the few hours
I'll be out of that miserable place,
in order to ease my mind to cope with
the attitude of some people, who test the "red thin line" of my nerves, disturbing my inner peace (OK there is not such a thing, but anyway)

My hung-out-place is a cafe by the beach
called small coffee shop (μικρό καφέ). Not too crowded, not too isolated.

A freddo espresso, a bottle of water, the seventh tale from
the "tales of the malazan book of the fallen" by Steven Ericson"
and the mp3player playing for hours.

By the sea, as calm as I want to be. The cigarette never tasted
better, and smoke swarm out of my mouth hiding the unwanted.
(not the gorgeous lady at the far end).
How long has it been? Two full weeks
and still there is this feeling in my guts when I'm in that place.
And I don't think it has to do with the "being there"
rather than with the being with people I haven't choose.
People I either find boring or swallow,
or completely irritating.
With enormous complexes waiting to get "old" so they will do what the want!!!
So even for a few hours, while I'm alone at that cafe
listening to something I chose To, something I chose to,
reading, and be swallowed by the vast world of Steven Ericson,
I find peace...momentary.
And I feel even better, my skin crawls, a sweet chill travels through my spine,
as the night unfolds over the stormy sea of Chania, listening to Cinematic's Orchestra, To Build A Home, their first song from theirs latest album, My Fleur.

Chania 15/10/07