Is it weird to want to be the stranger? The person nobody knows, nor pays attention too. The dream you had and remembered for 5 secs, but then forgot. A figment of your imagination, the deja vu, the I remember you, but I kinda don’t.
That’s kinda who I wanna be.
The person who can sit in her own establishment in a crowded/packed room full people enjoying it’s existence. An I can just sit there, alone. Enjoying a drink and no one will ever know that I put this whole thing together. The menu, the music, the space.
So don’t see me. Because I don’t want to be seen. I don’t want the show, nor the attention that comes with “success”. I’m just another person sitting next to you…enjoying a drink. 🙂 #MyFreedom
[People are going to say, “That’s the owner? She comes in here all the time, sits in the same place and orders the same drink every time. Who knew?!”] That’s the point.
Forget me. I’m just here for a moment, but in all truth, I think we all are.
But you know what the strange part is? Sometimes the universe just won’t allow you to completely have your freedom. Sometimes your light (the invisible) naturally illuminates so bright, that the ones paying attention (the aware) can’t help, but see it.
Maybe, just maybe, it’s not meant to be hidden. No matter how hard you try to hide.