Outsider

Quaint, little coffee shop windows, fogged with carefree chatter.
Unaware of the shattered existence plaguing the outside world.
It is bitterly cold, and the rain is pouring down in freezing droves;
However, I am momentarily comforted by the smell of roasting beans that have escaped throught the open door.
An artificial warmth seeps through me;
Almost as though I belonged among the smiling faces for that single instance in time...