Parks Are For Lonely People.

I wrote this earlier:

I am sitting in a park. I have no reason to be here. I just thought for once I would do what everyone tells me I'm good at doing...observe. The ironic thing is not one else is here. I could observe myself but where would that get me? I'd know if I were right or wrong.

So what am I doing besides blowing bubbles and wasting my time? Well, for one I'm buttoning my coat and now I'm brushing the hair out of my face with my left hand. I'm trembling a bit. My hair fell back in my face. Waiting might be true, for a while I expect a person to show up. I have no idea who this person might be. A friend? I would hope...being that its never fun to be in a park alone with you enemy.

Ope. A jogger. She runs slow, hardly picks up her feet. She's disappearing. When I look up from writing she will be gone.

I should go to Jojo's but to do what? Hmmm. I guess write on my blog. For I am not doing a thing here except blowing bubbles and waiting.

Thoughts are for lonely people.