“Coffee with two sugars, please.” I told the waitress who wrote my order down and walked away. I let out a small sigh, and took out my sketch book. The coffee house wasn’t packed today like usual, which made it a perfect day for drawing. I pressed the eraser of my pencil to my temple, thinking of what i should draw. 

Tap. Tap. Tap.

I looked up from my blank paper and stared out the window that was directly in front of my table. Rain drops hit the window Ceil making me smile. It was cold and foggy outside, the type of weather that screamed ‘scary’ to most people. Except me. I found this weather to be my safe haven, it was soothing to say the least.

“Ma’am?” The waitress asked, breaking me from my thoughts. She handed me my coffee and left before i could thank her. I took a deep breath, filling my nostrils with the smell of coffee and cigarette smoke. I looked back at my sketchbook.

‘Let’s see now, what to draw?’ I asked myself while taking a sip of my caffeine drink.

I want to talk about something, not just anything, I want to talk about things that matter. Not what i did last night, but just something interesting you know?