Starbucksagas

Dear pretty ladies,

I think it's only proper to assure you that neither have I a history nor do I intend - to ask you to make sweet love to me, or ask you out on a date, why, even start a conversation - the very first time our eyes meet and we happen to smile at each other. So, really, have no qualms and rest assured that the table beside mine is a perfectly safe bet and would do you no harm to sit and have your cup of coffee only if/when there's no empty chairs to be found next to those you feel comfortable around.

Sincerely,
abumpkin

Weak

Something ticked me off last night - woke and shook me up, and soon after I rubbed my eyes and stretched my limbs to the farthest extents they could whilst staying attached, I switched 'on' the computer and my mind 'off'. And it was gone, just like 'that'. Much as I resolved not to move from my bed to try to get some sleep trying hard to forget this, I couldn't; acceptance comes hard in matters such as these, for it questions one of the very basic of human capacities, the ability to make and evoke memories, and this, more importantly, mine.

Did I have a lot to say?!

Part Five ends.

But what is this all to show? Of a capacity for compassion, nay, of feeling at all? What keeps you attached to this nonentity, a mere book; and what for, these moist eyes? How long will it last at all?

Part Six to go.