This is My Life

This is my life,

a crowded diner, 

faces familiar, and unknown.

My motions fluid, senses numb.

I've become accustomed to the bustling of life, and lack thereof.

Family's convene, 

while solitary lovers mourn their loss.

A fresh cup of coffee steams a weighty aroma that flares the nostrils of bonded pups. 

The old baker, abandoned by sobriety long ago, whips the cream, cracks the crust, and layers the glaze.

A babe laughs it's first, while a mother cries. 

I feel the feeling of an ecosystem,

alive, breathing, beating, burning. 

This is my life, and it is yours too.