the mac and cheese…a pistachio blonde, and a grande iced matcha with soy milk, lavender foam…extra shaken

from the cafe window — a journal entry

I did my hair about thirty times before I left the house today; it’s raining out and I chose to wear leather — a maroon trench coat.

There’s melancholy in the air, not so much sadness, more so serenity, at ease, with a touch of longing.

Photo by Craig Whitehead on Unsplash

My pastry just fell into my lap and I’m wishing that I wasn’t such a mess all the time, or that someone would see that I was and love me anyway.