Love, Poetry, & Coffee

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The pavement is looking quite interesting today, whoever cleaned the pavement did an incredible job. I bet they used a power washer, since even the in between of the pavement looks spotless. Part of me want to volunteer on cleaning the pavement, especially when they used a power washer. I've heard power washing can be therapeutic and satisfying to use. If ever I laid my hands on a power washer, I would gladly clean anything I see dirty, even if it's my own apartment room. Well, it mostly just crumpled paper lying around, but still, I want my own power washer.

Another thing that interests me, other than the fact that I'm pretending to not look suspicious, but people seem to mind their business that they didn't eve realized that I'm following a woman for like-I snatch my phone from my pocket to check the time-8 minutes now. Perhaps people really take the small town seriously that it's normal for them to see someone following a person since there's nowhere else to go. If we were in a city, then that would be very suspicious, since it's quite coincidental that a person has the same exact route as the other one. My point is that following people should not be normal, and yet here I am following this mystery woman like I'm some sort of a puppet being pulled by its puppeteer.

That's quite a tongue twister. The paper puppet pulled by a puppeteer. Say that 10 times fast. Anyway, my mind is trailing off, and it just registered to me that the route we're going is the same route towards the bookstore. See, a small town, same route every time.

What would she be doing in a bookstore? I didn't see her carrying any book that needs to be returned to its rightful place. Perhaps she wants to buy a book or borrow one? Maybe she would just read a book in the bookstore in silence. Why am I even speculating? I'm following her for God's sake, I will have my answers later on.

Seriously, I feel like Joe at this situation. The only thing left is a cap on my head to finally feel like him. Also murder, but that won't be happening. At least, I think so? I'm not sure anymore, this woman makes me question my existence. If I'm not careful, I might have an existential crisis in the middle of a busy walkway. A person wouldn't want to walk around someone who's having an existential crisis, since having one is quite contagious. It's like a chain reaction, if one friend has an existential crisis and rant out for his other friend, sooner and later that other friend will also have an existential crisis. Except when a person is very optimistic, then it will be a hard time for them to get an existential crisis.

Where was I? Oh yeah, following this mystery woman who has the most gorgeous autumn hue hair that's swaying every now and again every time there's a sudden breeze. Since I have a great distance away from me, I can see her from top to bottom and I find it interesting that she didn't wear high heels but instead wearing brown boots that matches her brown leather jacket. Quite a personality she has judging by her clothing. From the back, it looks like she's wearing plain black jeans, but judging the rest of her outfit-and assuming her fashion style-it's a black ripped jeans in front. I don't know what she's wearing under her jacket, and I immediately cursed myself for not paying attention to her clothing earlier in the Café. Perhaps when she turns around suddenly I would see it, but that's very risky since she can see me behind her and willing start wondering something.

A thought have occurred to me, does she remember me as the person who bumped into her for numerous times? Would she remember my face? I don't think she paid enough attention to my face, while I recur back to the times we bumped into each other. There's no way for her to remember, a complete nobody, not to mention quite clumsy. Perhaps my clumsiness will make her have a permanent memory in her mind. All I can do is just observe her until she noticed me, and when she noticed be, there's only two things that could happen. One, she might call the cops and report me as stalking and two, she would smile and recognize me as the clumsy man between the doors of every establishment ever. I really hope it's the latter one, since no one will ever bail me out of jail. But I don't think it's the latter one because her clothing emits such "strong intellectual" vibes right now.