Saturday, August 15, 2009


I am camera.

I stand on the hard concrete pathway, waiting, always waiting, the same as every morning. It’s always just after seven. Today, the sun is up and the clouds are minimal. I wait for my coffee, exactly the same as what I order each and every day. Someone is smoking a cigarette somewhere behind me, its scent filling my breath. I want to look around, to stare at the people around me but I am too scared, too afraid. My panophobia sets in. I fear taking that risk. I take my coffee and proceed onwards in my journey towards the day.

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