Looking//understanding

"Do you ever just look at people? I mean, really look at them," he asked. 

He always had a beautiful mind.

Today I went to a book shop and spent my lunchtime with the books. They're basically my best friends. I take in the smell, the beautiful covers, my eyes scavenge the blurbs, make a mental note of books that I want to read. There'll be a million of them now, worlds waiting to be read. Lessons waiting to be learned. 

I headed back to work, strolling Willis street in purple tights and a 50s style dress, "Another Day (The Art Of Flight)" in my ears, and I really looked at people. I looked at people who were in love, who were eating on their own, people who were alone but not lonely, people who were alone and lonely, people laughing, people with their own lives & thoughts going on beneath the surface. 

I have my own life & thoughts going on beneath my surface. I am going to love who I want to love & send that love out into the world. It will return to me one day. I know I am capable of loving and I know now that I am also capable of being loved.