take me to the coffee shop?

i'm not sure who the man is that usually sits here; but, there's something magical about sitting in this disabled chair at the coffee shop when i'm feeling broken. Facing hollywood blvd. as my laptop replaces his typewriter and my feminine eyes are blurred into focus by not having the priveledge of wearing glasses to clear my love blinded sight... like his. i.am. still blessed to have the sun kiss my forearm as a wrYte these lines into my spiral notepad.

from this little corner window is what i would like to think should be my world, .almost. everything i ever dreamed of right outside these unlocked window panes.

As I look at the window displays at fredericks of hollywood, my most favorite store in the world, i could sit here and write a song about how i wear their underwear & panties like they are my coats for my mid summer nights dream. i'm not sure which one that was anyways... mcdonalds and musicians institute created the bread for a sandwich that the sign in between the triple layers for the guinness world records shop, the green room and drays. the diversity of life is epic and priceless. and the bumblebee still flys by and waves his wings as if in an effort 2 say hi.

i feel just like the old sould who sits here with his typewriter, part of me wants to share like never before all the trials and tribulations in my life that have brought me to this double edged seat. then again, the lace from my red bra that sparkles more than the glitter in this pen tells a different story of me. although i.am. an old soul. i have so much that i have not lived and much more of life left in front of me. i am not perfect yet i am broken and future untied.

the coffee shop is a great place to hibernate and hide behind the headphones and computer screen from this world and the needs of the world that i.am. allowing to pass me by right before my eyes. this is what i used to do when my children were around.

that was then.
this is now.
the i.am of tomorrow i would hope 2 should bee a brighter day.
seat or feet, i like both dream or no dreams...

exactly

Exactly is what was meant to be,
Exactly is where dreams WILL be seen,
Exactly through times of hearts that break,
Exactly the things that harm and take,
Exactly with trials unknown to bear,
Exactly with edges too torn to tear,
Exactly with roads so asphalted they slide,
Exactly with turns too confusing to try,
Exactly the thoughts that tell us to give up,
Exactly what comes before but persistance triumphs,
Exactly is that place to be,
but...
Exactly, will 2ME you ever be seen?