Karl: To a Recovered Thinker – Hector_Apr 2018

The man sits on a corner table
by the front glass window of the coffee house.

He reads, sips his coffee, pause and looks outside.

The man has white hair, a black jacket 
 and a peaceful appearance.

The man stops reading his book
 and he thinks about existence and life.

“There are no victims in this life, only volunteers.”

“I am not who I think I am; I am not who you think I am.

Who I really am is that man I see in the mirror when I am alone.”

”My problem is my thinking, drinking alcohol is my solution.”

He remains at the corner table of the cafe.

Nevertheless, no ones see him; he died last night.

Only I see him because I am with him or perhaps, I am like him.

No one would ever know, because I am not who you think I am.

Outside the cafe the trees are covered with white flowers blossoms.

-Hector 3/30/2017 USA

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