Procrastination Poem #1

What I am doing instead of what I should be doing at this coffeeshop.

Crying
In a coffeeshop of all places
My brain is supposed to be buzzing 
Ideas flowing
New ventures
Million dollar dreams
While my eyes expose me
My truth
My longing
I can’t plan it away
It just comes
The tears
Flowing down
Triggered by words
On a paper
Why
Why can’t I be normal 
Now
Now is not the time to bleed
Raindrops 
Flowing down my cheeks
Pain on the inside
Moving into the atmosphere
I wanted it to be spiritual
Now it’s physical
The longing no longer buried
But alive
Awakened
What a time to be 
In this coffeeshop