In The Moments

Too many voices. I’ll concentrate on writing. Focusing on something usually helps. I know, I’ll write in my journal:

2 March 2016, 12:37pm

For a library, it’s rather noisy. The people around me are having a difficult time sitting still. The one by the corner, tall Caucasian, mussed hair. He keeps looking around. Handsome guy, but jittery. Does he have a mental health issue?

Heroes always fall off of their pedestals. Here I am trying to see the positive and he passes gas. I just got an instant headache from holding back my laughter. 

Another patron is annoyed. He said something, but the music playing in my earphones made me miss it. Oh, well.

To my left is a tiny, frail looking Black-American woman. She’s been mumbling to herself since she first sat down. She doesn’t seem to be a bother, just preoccupied in her thoughts. I wonder if she realizes that she’s talking to herself?

Over by the information desk a client is arguing with the clerical staff. It’s only a matter of minutes before the security guard walks over. I can’t see the desk, a bookshelf stands between us. His voice is getting louder. I can hear him over my acoustic guitar music. I don’t want to raise the volume. That would hurt my eardrums.

Writing about these people is not working for me. I’m going to have to stream a TV program.

1:23pm

Someone’s entry on social media

reminds me of a goal not realized.

Tears threaten to flow. I distract myself

with the sunshine that streams through the window

it reminds me not to let go of Hope…