An Observer.

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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.