cluttered

the boy really doesn't like coffee and didn't know how he ended up there in the first place

maybe it was the people, the atmosphere, but he never really thought more about it...

he never liked to clutter his mind with useless thoughts of how things came to be...

sitting there, coffee in hand,

this comes to mind

the experience is never lost,

it relives itself, through memories

and strange enough, he loses himself through these thoughts

he would stare out the window and smile

when his mind came back,

he didn't want to look awkward seemingly to smile at nothing,

so he would return to his 'normal' expression

however much he wanted to share what he was thinking

he always held back,

this is something he wastes his time thinking about...

why....