I feel lovely sipping a cappuccino in a crowded coffee shop where no one knows my name and all I have are my thoughts to keep me company. This is my sanctuary. The silence is bliss to me. While you squirm in your seat pondering your next conversation starter I am in perfect harmony with this quiet world.
"How frail the human heart must be - a mirrored pool of thought." - Sylvia Plath
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