july find

..he is viewing with apathy from the inside of the shop..the air gets cooler and it's never as pleasurable compared to the regular mornings that he would usually spend walking to the downtown.
he sensed rest as the jazz music reached its resolution.nothing could ever break his heart.his lips could either open or close.life is an easy walk.it's ironic that his eyes are not as mindful of the routines.all are vain without a smile in the end.it has to be fair.'coz otherwise it's unfair and it's apparently what everybody would never want.
across the table is a beautiful lady.her eyes are calm.her face gives him a sunburn.her ways enthusiastically make him think deeper over the messy table.the general score is the mere fact they're in the same place to find peace.
he can't speak but his heart is full. she waves her hair. he raises unconsciously those eyebrows.it wasn't a skill but natures way of expressing a meaning nobody expects that very moment.
the clock impatiently hit 3PM. he left a 120 pesos bill worth an hour of music and admiration...