The Observer
Sometimes the painter wishes to be the one painted
sometimes the kisser wishes to be the one kissed
and sometimes the observer wishes to be the one observed
The observer is the one who observes everything but
absorbs nothing, the one who sees all but does none, the
one who watches everyone but no one watches
The observer is aware that they are the observer or how
else could they call themselves an observer ?
Occasionally, the observer desperately wants to be the observed
they desperately want to be in the spotlight, to have someone watch
them as intently as they watch others. unfortunately for them, that is never
how it goes
It is not a choice one can make, it is not a switch that one can flick on and off, it is
who one is deep inside their heart- an observer. it is the calling that one is called for, a
calling that was made for specifically for them
Being an observer is not a negative quality, in fact it is one of the
highest qualities that one can possess.
Sometimes we don’t want to be, but we are
Sometimes i wish i was the observed, but honestly,
observing is just perfect for me