When I look at a women, I see colours
When I look at a man I see black and white.
Elderly women still wear colours
But after a certain age men typically stick to white shirts and black
bottoms.
When I look at a man in his eyes while he sits across the room I see him
begin to improvise his body language in a way he thinks might be impressive.
When I let a women know that I am looking at her she continues to be
lost in her thoughts and letting her voice disappear under the noise of others.
Sitting at my usual place on a weekend I spend an hour listening to the
noises that surround me.
I hear some rock music album playing in the cafe
I hear batch of fresh graduates catching up with their college folks
dreaming about their future destinations and being nostalgic about the past
times. And trash talking about the folks that are absent. They are so involved
in their group discussion that they forget that her are invading my chaotic thoughts.
I hear a girl speaking with a partner on the phone, waiting for her
friends to arrive.
I hear a dog curling near my table to warm up for the chilly breeze
about to hit him.
I hear the sound of people flying 2 feet above the ground, forcing the
slower once to fly faster.
I hear the footsteps of the people walking in and out of the café continuing
on their opinions about behaviours.
I hear a queen walking with her toddler trying to make him obey her
commands.
I hear the breeze now giving everyone a chill some noticing it while
others letting themselves be in someone sun
I hear the shop owner counting his earnings and putting some in his
pocket before he pulls down the shutter to fly off to his castle.
The noises let me dissolve in them, letting their existence be the only
thing that lives.
