| in the middle |


poor soul She watched.poor soul by ~TheYummyOne
She watched the sun set and rise with no reason to set and rise. She watched the trees and their falling leaves without seeing the rich beauty of autumn colors, seeing only the death of life, the end of the vital spark which made that extraneous world go round.
She listened.
She listened to bird songs misunderstanding those little winged creatures. Why they sing if nobody appreciates it, she thought. Why do birds even try to do something if no one values that? She listened to the subtle purl of stream, the delicate beat of waves without hearing the true music of nature.
She observed.
She observed the people and wanted to cry
