crosswords

I have decided to go out for coffee and write instead of sitting hunched over at my couch like normal, or typing away at my dining room table but not eating. thinking about everything’s stringlike connection and how quickly everything changes. the walk here, not so strenuous but I’m carrying my laptop like a baby. seeing homeless folk suffering, I help where I can but always wish I could do more. the spot where I walk through is particularly laden with suffering people. I wish the world could be kind to all the individuals who need it, as opposed to stroking the egos of those who inflict suffering for fun, seemingly. everyone is distracted with something else. I look around the room, my laptop in front of me. phones, many of them, crosswords. everyone is doing something, always. whether you like it or not. if there’s no hierarchy of activities, nobody is lazy. If you didn’t deem things to be better than others, everything would be even. yet, its only natural to label things from prior experiences. but I don’t know. if nobody likes you then you can sit on your couch and stare at the floor, you can go to a coffee shop and listen to an assortment of smooth jazz music that they play on loop. I am sat here and haven’t took a single sip of my drink. the lady at the counter has a sweet, high pitched voice with a very friendly tone. if nobody likes you then she won’t either. someone has to like you, even if you’re down in the mud. even in the depths of filth, people band together. the cream is melting on my drink as I type.