Starbooks Cafe

I can’t think of anything to say write now so in true Steem fashion, I’m just gonna #freewrite. What is there to say when everything has been said so many times before? Maybe a rabbit is coming out of her burrows to enjoy the sun. Maybe we were just meant to be together and we did not know it. There is no doubt that fate itself meant for our paths to cross but this soon? I don’t know about that.
It was a Wednesday when she left unfortunately. He had left a key for her to lock the place up and she left it at a cafe named Starbooks.

I think it’s very sad that she left to be honest, I will miss her.

Meanwhile there were 2 seagulls fighting for a crunchy, deep within a forest of trash. There were 3 of us and 4 gawkers in the distance, taking pictures of our nudity on their cell phone and instantly posting it to their social media suite. Especially Porn Hub!

We did not give our consent but whatever; as artists, it is the price we can expect to pay when we were all born from the same tree that was long dead. We missed the tree, missed the past and the 2 seagulls, and the million monarch butterflies celebrating the day of the dead along with my cousin.

“What is fate really?”, my cousin asked. I just shrugged.
“I am sorry about the capitalism, all the drugs leading to addiction, all the cell phones, all the chips that either end up in the ocean or directly into the water table. What was I to do, there was so much happiness to be made out of the concrete, glass and steel of your grandma.”

“Regardless” Ronda casually replied, “Carthage must burn.”