An Observer.
The gentle hustle and bustle
of small groups in the pavilion
Chatting away endlessly
As I sit here with rampaging thoughts in my head
I sight a couple in love
Absorbed with each other as they continue to chat
Their burning love must have muted the noise
Because they looked like they were in a different world apart from this one
I saw an arguing duo as well
With obvious argument in the air
They both won't back down
or give up easily
Whatever they were arguing about must be of utmost importance
A group of mischiefs is definitely unavoidable
In a place with a lot of people
They were present here too
Going from one seat to another
The energy they possess is
enviable for someone like me
For I was there alone -
An observer and commentator
Who only makes comments
To the voices in my head...
Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
Still me,
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.
Hi @olawalium ,human nature as you say, some absorbed in their world full of love, others perhaps discussing a good topic, or perhaps just arguing, well, that's the way we are and we will continue like this, we are human, that is the great reality
A beautiful reality, my friend.