stirring
black coffee
busy cafe
young writer
notebook
and laptop

how cliché

she thinks to herself

sip
hot
no inspiration
she types anyway
sip
stomach rumbles
empty
a void
like her heart
gulp
sip

how cliché

she feels
doubtful
worthless
she wonders 
what could her purpose be?
was she destined to fail? 
she doesn’t know if
“follow your dreams” was
a beautiful lie

how cliché

scared   worried
                       tired
            bored
hopeful           doubtful
     dreamy           happy   optimistic
                  lost
sad      annoyed   confused
    
she has felt it all
yet there are still many feelings
she feels
her words cannot describe

how cliché

mostly
she is alone
but not lonely
except sometimes she is
alone
and lonely
she tries not to think about it
but the more she tries
the more she thinks about it
and the lonelier
she feels

how cliché

she cannot think of an ending

The End

(how cliché)