Dusk

I think about this world. I wonder about why I and everyone else exist. Why we were chosen. I clear my mind like a pencil and paper. I look back where me and my friend are. A dim-lighted cafe. Or more specifically, A low lighted, quiet, and peacedul place to do work. I look at the windows which show nothing but some buildings, street signs, and cars. I look down onto my coffee cup, and look at my reflection on the bubbly, warm, coffee.