Sitting in the park

Sitting here, observing life, looking at people i don’t know anything about.
Who know nothing about me.
Such a refreshing feeling.
I don’t owe them anything, they don’t owe anything to me.
They all must be wondering why i sit here.
Or they might not be wondering at all.
But sitting here, just sitting here is so liberating.
I can sit here all day long and nobody would know where i am.
Look at all these shiny happy people walking their troubles away.
Or at least trying to.
Observing human nature can be done the best in public parks.

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This blog, as a reflection (however shoddy) of its creator, is mostly about her, people around her, things that she's passionate about or not for that matter; among other things. This is where she practices her writing.

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