Seeing the Story

I listen But somehow I’m not hereI feel my particles all aroundThey are not here sitting with mePeople around me They are interesting and I feel a pull to sense their storiesI want to follow them with my eyes and see what they are up toAnd I haven’t got the slightest idea where I am to beBut I know where I amI am presentBut somewhere that isn’t hereThe music in my earsTakes me somewhere and I wander aroundWondering if I too could tell some stories with the melodyAnd thinking about how the harmonic melody was brought to meI feel alive nowHere’s the best and worst of meMy words are a suchness of ferryA world where nothing has to seize the cheri

I look at people and in an instant I get hungryMy empathness sucks their stories out as I watch them come and goThe act of decryption such strongAnd there are so many stories hereAnd the thing he just wiped the tableIt’s more disgusting than you knowNow I’m suffocating myself with the perfume I carryBetter to die with a beautiful smell With the sweetness it embraces meThe body languageOh it’s such a beautyAnd if you know how to lookYou will see that everybody tells you their own story

And as a WriterMy duty is to see those into my lines as I breathe inDear everybody around meI See You.