Coffee At Midnight

I sat in that booth for hours,sipping my coffee,trying to to understand what  the word "human" really meant.How cliche it was.I went over and over it again,writing it out,analyzing it,attempting to become one with it.To understand what it felt like.Yet no matter how hard I tried,I just could not do it.So I listened to people's conversations instead and imagined what it would be like to stand infront of someone completely and untterly naked,entirely exposed,how intimate it would feel.It wouldn't be for sexual pleasures or purposes.Just to have that feeling of being fully exposed,maybe justa touch of shame and to be fully examined,not just glanced at.To feel their eyes trace over every surface of your naked core,to your very interior,forgetting the external in plain view.How surreal it would be just to be starred at for hours upon hours with out end,till it finally did come to an end and your putting back on all yours clothes,telling them it was nice for a change to be really looked at,instead of just seen as an sex object.That you wondered what they thought,saw,and felt,but that it didn't really matter.It was cliche anyway.How you wanted them to take pictures of you,so other could see this aspect of human nature as well,preserve its art and prove that there is more than just a body standing there.To really look past all the flesh,the vital organs.and see the soul,heart,lungs,blood all working as one.This is what I think about,this is what I wish to do.You can't stop me.