Unknown Souls

I am currently sitting in a cafe watching the world go by, which I find in a way therapeutic watching all of these people walk past who each have their own story, idly walking by. I like to guess where they may be going, get an idea of who they are which of course is impossible catching just a glimpse of them but some people are a lot easier to read than others, like the homeless man with matted hair and a light limp on right side with clothes that had clearly been over worn. I could see the pain and shame in his eyes, of course this isn’t where he dreamt he would end up but here he is and I will never know his journey but I can have my own ideals of how he was feeling in that moment and I felt for him. There’s another man across from me who looks like he is in deep thought, the kind that maybe he wants to get out of. Everyone takes different paths and has had different walks in life which is visible to me in literally the way they walk. Big steps.. small steps.. fast.. slow.. aggressiv.. head up.. head down and the list goes on but the things that connect us all to our cores is pain, love,loss, endlessly figuring out the meaning of this thing called life and the list goes on...