Words cut through clutter.
I observe the people around. Some are looking forward to the sounds, some don’t like it, others are on their mobile — that’s a seperate category. Me, I am still figuring out.
How does a story change when it is approached from different points of view?
It’s been a while since I have known for sure.
How dare they? Do they not know?
First meetings, naughty greetings,
Laughing eyes, speaking fingers,
Die and yet live
Cut like a knife
We wait to receive
It was an interesting conversation.
It was very cold.