P.S: It pains me to realize I suck at writing rhymes. HAHAHA!
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
I love observing human behavioural patterns,
The complication of human relationships and the choices they make
Its psychologically thrilling and exciting.
I love the sight of floating happiness,
The undulating graph of emotions,
Sad, angry, boredom, frustration
Of basically..people.
Human..people..are the best subject of observation..although complex.
Then comes this wicked, whimzzical, playful
analysis of ur observation.
Makes you cry, laugh, giggle, proud, happy. Think Ally McBeal.
I like the fact that no one ever notice my discreet observations
Me, in my comfortable hideout corner, secretly doing my little dirty deeds observing you.
Mentally.
Here you see me. I may be looking straight at you. Face to face.
But still, I feel invisible, treating myself, though in front of you.
Eventually, everytime, I always feel invisible. I am always left in the middle of each event. Left in the middle of all conversations. Left in the middle of the crowd.
Left in the middle to observe you. To do something that brings me satisfaction and happiness.
City of Weirdos. 12:37 AM
