Seeing the Story

I listen

But somehow I’m not here

I feel my particles all around

They are not here sitting with me

People around me

They are interesting and I feel a pull to sense their stories

I want to follow them with my eyes and see what they are up to

And I haven’t got the slightest idea where I am to be

But I know where I am

I am present

But somewhere that isn’t here

The music in my ears

Takes me somewhere and I wander around

Wondering if I too could tell some stories with the melody

And thinking about how the harmonic melody was brought to me

I feel alive now

Here’s the best and worst of me

My words are a suchness of ferry

A world where nothing has to seize the cheri

I look at people and in an instant I get hungry

My empathness sucks their stories out as I watch them come and go

The act of decryption such strong

And there are so many stories here

And the thing he just wiped the table

It’s more disgusting than you know

Now I’m suffocating myself with the perfume I carry

Better to die with a beautiful smell

With the sweetness it embraces me

The body language

Oh it’s such a beauty

And if you know how to look

You will see that everybody tells you their own story

And as a Writer

My duty is to see those into my lines as I breathe in

Dear everybody around me

I See You.