observation

The observer sits separated
Not by a wall or a pane of glass
But by unspoken social wires
buzzing with electricity
barbed with expectations


The observer watches and can almost feel the joy as it radiates from those on the other side of the field
The air smells faintly of fruity drinks, spilled on the floor in a moment of excitement
The atmosphere is layered with anxious anticipation
too much to do in so little time. 
This jolting feeling could make someone motion sick.

Across the field, the observer’s stomach clenches, tightens, churns with its stagnation.

The observer sits
Unmoving
Unnoticed
Smiling at the beauty of the scene before them.

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