Pondering over a pumpkin chai latte

  I am sitting in a Starbucks less than a block away from the school I just had to drop out of; 
contemplating what this means for me and my precious dreams. 

   Some egotistical self absorbed male decided it was a good idea to hold me down during
a grand mal, that is what has lead me to this point. A pumpkin spice latte in a downtown
Starbucks.

   I am oddly enough smiling through the alluring medley of cinnamon and whipped cream,
the subtle burst of pumpkin shining through  like a beacon of hope, a beautiful reminder
that humanity in all their ignorance and pride may have turned on me, but nature and her
fruits will always be here to comfort me, bring me to a place of strength and self awareness.

  Perhaps it is my path to get back to a long lost love, writing. I somehow forgot in the
oscillating structure of life what a soothing companion she makes amongst a world full
of cruel mistresses, games and entertainment that may distract you for a moment, but
never help you to heal your soul.

  I am not sure if it is the pumpkin/cinnamon combination, the short lived feeling as
though all my dreams had crashed; or the somber sounds of the Smiths playing in the
background.

Whatever it was that reawakened my need to write, I thank you from the depths
of my being for helping me turn a nightmare into a dream.