Borrower.

As a kid, I used to love observing people.
The emotions that come onto their faces when they feel things.
The hesitation, the pain, the fear, the laughter.
I was quiet, too quiet for my age.
I surely was disconnected, but I observed.
The hate, the love, the anger, the shame.
I felt things from them, for them, that I couldn’t feel on my own.
From the winds, the rain, the sun, the den.
I loved looking at pairs of lover.
A family of three, pair of old couples leaning in glee.

Quiet, too quiet for my age, I might have seemed disconnected but my world was alive with the feelings I witnessed.

March, 24.

~HrS.