But I didn't want to get off the bench. I wanted to sit a little while longer and watch. Watch people rush away on phones. Read tones and study every movement. Every way they interact. Study faces. I once heard that every face you see in your dreams is someone you once saw. Even if it's just a stranger you don't remember. I don't know if I believe that. But I like to wonder if I'd have appeared in their dreams. Watch moms carry their kids and couples hold hands and listen to them mutter about groceries and gossip. I wanted to stay a part of their background and witness crooked smiles just a little more. I didn't want to be part again. I just wanted to sit and watch.
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We as Humans
PoetryGolden threads from a dirt human. Poetry and philosophy that I write for me and share for you. (Cover art by Gabriel Levesque/@oskadesign)
