silence - k.s.j

i

the silence.

i enjoy it. i've learned to block out others and silence is all i hear.

sitting in my usual café, sipping my usual latte when an unusual thing happens.

a young man walks in. he stands out.

you.

you take a seat at the far end of the café, your pink hoodie blending in with the cotton candy wallpaper behind you. your eyes shining behind your round glasses.

i try to analyze you as i do with everything else.

you avoid eye contact, yet there's something about you. something that resists my silence.

you seem different.

possibly ordinary, probably not.