Sitting in the modern bazaar, the mall
Looking at all sorts of people walk by
A black guy with braided hair with his headphones on
A twenty something girl with purple hair
A guy with a very long beard
A girl looking at her phone as she walks
Sales signs everywhere to entice the shoppers
Chocolate boxes in the shape of hearts for the upcoming valentine
A man carrying a suit he just bought
Someone next to me talking on her phone about her flight
Someone walking with scarf, hat and mittens on
Maybe she just came inside
And me sitting comfortably on a bench with my notebook
Each person I see has their own story
The guy with the long beard may be grieving a loss
The girl with purple may have just got some good news
The man carrying the suit may be mourning a friend
The person who is smiling may be sad inside
Friends talking
Maybe giving each other advice
Shiny new merchandise everywhere
Salespeople who are eager to sell
And in the middle of this material world
We are the carriers of our souls
Sensitive souls that need to be loved
We each have our own story
Some of it written, some unknown
January 27th, 2019
