I Bleed Words Sometimes

Life & Fiction

Life_and_fiction

At the café, accompanied by coffee and loneliness, she sat gazing out of the french window.  People walking down the avenue. Lost in thought. Lost in their own little world. Not stopping to look at the brokenness around. Oblivious to the clamour tugging at their sleeves.  The café, just like life, was another movie theatre.
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