sábado, 29 de diciembre de 2012
In the eye of the storm
Humans. All over the place, below me, crawling around like ants, with no apparent sense of unity. You can clearly see then that the one over there loves her. She thinks he is a good replacement, until she can find someone better. Kids playing, learning how to sociallice, jumping and threatening on telling on the partner. Mothers, sisters, friends, lovers, enemies, circles, circles interlacing, mixing, complicated and so very predictable. And amongst them all, me, watching them interact on my short ride like they are puppets and it's a show they put on for me. Do people really have a mind of their own or are they mine to play with? Puppets for christmas.
Publicado por Ms. D en 22:07