Silent Chatter

Mannequins draped elegantly in red silk in the display case of the shopping arcade of a hotel right across the road; Starbucks coffee, infact two of them, bang opposite each other; a bustling street lined with palm trees; a somewhat creepy-looking sculpture erected on the side of the road; a glass of peach iced tea waiting for the past hour for the first sip to be taken; and my quiet existence. It's amazing how much we talk all our lives, pretending to also be listening to others, yet deep down just waiting for them to go quiet so that we can speak again. It's amazing how if we do try and stay quiet and try to listen to others as well as our own thoughts, we are labelled a certain way, and if heaven forbid we try to explain why we are quiet, we are 'looked down upon' as philosophers. But you eventually reach a stage in your life where you stop caring. You talk when you feel like; you sing and dance if you wish to; you talk to those who truly understand you and for others you just maintain a polite smile. You let your iced tea go warm, with tiny droplets appearing on the outside of the glass; you let the gentle breeze play with your hair, not caring what it does to your blowdry; you let the feelings of calm or sadness or pleasure or love (whatever it might be at that particular moment) sink in; and you just live in the moment; absorbing everything around you slowly, steadily.. I sit here outside CBTL at 12:00 am, my feet propped up on the chair in front of me, leaning back against my chair; humming Aux Champs Elysees; living my life as I want it at this particular moment; something I might not be able to do once I return to my usual responsibilities, obligations and duties. But right now, I'm doing exactly what I want to be doing..staying lost in my thoughts, taking in the city around me; thinking of beautiful words and moments to be cherished; thinking of good times with friends; delving into delicious memories and dreaming of worlds that will be... C'est la vie!