I am the human observer. You can find me anywhere - watching from across a table in a coffee shop, sitting on a bench at the park, the beach . . . Anywhere my path takes me.
Don't be afraid of me. I do no harm. I simply just watch. Observing. Always observing.
I am fascinated by humans. It would be a lie if you said they weren't. Take a look at an individual for instance, why do they do what they do? What makes them laugh? What makes them cry? What makes their heart soar? What makes them them?
I've traveled so far and so long to understand humans and their feelings. Confession? I still don't understand each and everyone of them. So, if you're a curious little being (just like me) and want to explore human thoughts and poetry, follow me.
Oh and one last question that you might ask:
Am I person?
Maybe.
You'll find out at the end of the story.
VOUS LISEZ
Humans
PoésieHumans. Aren't we unique little creations? Over a million there is only one. One you. The way we grow. The way we talk. The way we think. Isn't that all a mystery? The way we do what we do? Humans are mysterious and they never cease to amaze me. No...
