Spectator

People all around,But I don’t hear a sound,Movement frantic, a blur -All I see are flashes of colour.I feel – My feet on the floor.I hear -The beating of my cœur.As I drift -From hall to hall,Watching. Listening. Just being.It feels -As if I am invisible,Not absent -But a spectator,Of this very moment. Inspired byContinue reading “Spectator”