Monkey Wings
Day two hundred and thirty
Anyway, there I was, sitting on a curb alone playing my harmonica, in that moment I was anonymous like everybody else, just some kind of mass occupying space[haha]. No one in the almost empty street could bother me and I could patiently share my moment with the bearded old man who was sitting in the other side of the street with his big [old and tired] dog. As suddenly a woman appears and asks "are you ok?". Why would she ask me that? In front of a tired faced man, why would I be the one to ask? I gave her a shy "yes" and she leaved and I keep there thinking while the bearded man keep looking at me. We, in that moment, were probably thinking the same thing. I keep looking at him, thinking what would HE been thinking, and I can say, the way he look back, he would probably be doing same.
It's funny ...when you think there isn't anyone else in the world to understand you, you can't even imagine, the person in front is thinking same.
Day two hundred and thirty
Anyway, there I was, sitting on a curb alone playing my harmonica, in that moment I was anonymous like everybody else, just some kind of mass occupying space[haha]. No one in the almost empty street could bother me and I could patiently share my moment with the bearded old man who was sitting in the other side of the street with his big [old and tired] dog. As suddenly a woman appears and asks "are you ok?". Why would she ask me that? In front of a tired faced man, why would I be the one to ask? I gave her a shy "yes" and she leaved and I keep there thinking while the bearded man keep looking at me. We, in that moment, were probably thinking the same thing. I keep looking at him, thinking what would HE been thinking, and I can say, the way he look back, he would probably be doing same.
It's funny ...when you think there isn't anyone else in the world to understand you, you can't even imagine, the person in front is thinking same.