6 o’clock pm.
friday. 8th of june. 2012. 6:00 pm. i plopped down on a bench. pulled out my journal. and started to write. what was it i said yesterday about wanting to be like hemingway? all that was missing was a piping hot cup of coffee. nevertheless, i enjoyed every little moment of writing, while people swirled around about me, tending to their own lives. i was simply an observer and a girl sitting on a bench, writing the minutes away.