2/11/16

She lived the simple, addictive, drug of observation.

She always stared a little too much and for a little too long.

She wanted to know their stories,

Anything to know a little bit more about a little someone who is so much bigger to someone else than to her.

She watched the way they talked and laughed and wrote and read and drank and ate.

She was too shy to ask and didn't want to pry but she wanted to know why that handsome young man ate alone and why the girl walked into the coffee shop with tear streaked cheeks and if that pregnancy test was bought for that girl herself or for her best friend.

She liked to watch and never talk.

Maybe it was weird, maybe she deserved the rude looks, she never judged...

She yearned to know, she liked to watch.

She so simply, observed.