Being a writer is being a thief.
I steel nose shapes, laughter, voices.
Ways of walking, ways of standing, ways of acting like you’re alone in a big line, waiting to vote.
This early evening, while waiting for my turn to vote, I simply couldn’t resist.
A man determined to look at every piece of artwork in the hallway instead of keeping up with the flow, which would prompt the volunteer to constantly remind him to move.
Kids dancing and laughing and being too cute to miss while their parent was face-stuck to their phone, letting the beautiful moment with their kids go to waste.
A person with the biggest eyes I have ever seen in the course of my entire, to the point where I wonder if the said person had a special clinical condition or if nature itself decided.
Back home, I couldn’t wait for the evening writing session. So I could put all my spying into good use.
But here I am, eyes burning with tiredness, ready to go to sleep despite inspiration and writing will knocking at the door.
Let’s hope it will all the spying will help cook up some wonderful dreams.
Thanks for reading, thanks for being here, I’m very grateful!
Marie Alice Writes & Reads 