The Coffee Went Cold. I Was Already There...

Sitting in the corner,

I stare at the cup —

the steam long gone,

just foam settling up.

I don't know what I'm waiting for.

I don't know what I need.

Just a mind running circles

with nowhere to lead.

Around me —

people laugh, people smile,

the café alive in its usual style.

Cups arrive, conversations flow,

like everyone here has somewhere to go.

And maybe they do.

Maybe I did too —

before something shifted

and I lost the clue.

The music plays soft,

like it's reaching for me.

But I sit in the noise

and I still can't hear clearly.

Should I carry these thoughts?

Should I set them down?

Should I wait for the answer

or let it all drown?

My eyes stay fixed

on the surface so still —

as if it might answer.

As if it just will.

Some read, some write,

some drift and cope,

some sip their coffee

like it carries hope.

And I sit there too…

but not quite the same.

Holding a cup.

And a mind I can't tame.

Maybe that's enough for now —

to just sit with the weight,

not forcing the feeling,

not deciding my fate.

Just here.

Just still.

Just waiting to see

if the thoughts settle down…

or if they were never mine to carry free.

— Ayaan | And I am still learning, one unsettled thought at a time. ☕ 

Not every quiet is empty. Sometimes it's just waiting for you to stop fighting it. 

More Dreams To Come.