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I sit at this park bench, its antique green paint chipping away due to the wearing sands of time and innocents picking away at it in nervousness pondering questions of their own. My eyes are my camera taking the pictures of those around me, and making me wonder the reality is hiding behind their face, their expressions. The man sitting smiling blissfully though we may not see it what may be on his mind, could he be hiding behind the smile uncomfortable feeling a swelling awareness of his own morality. Though his suit with ruffles and creases may show other wise, maybe he is smiling because joy has surprised him in a miraculous way like a woman who is your hearts desire acknowledging you as a human. That girl sitting staring at the waters murky surface maybe showing a dark reflection could, she be releasing the beauty of one’s inner self, or just wondering which of the newest lines she should chose. The couple under the tree talking gazing into each others eyes, could they really be thinking of each other or thinking of those they may have left behind before meeting each other. Maybe they are wondering if they ran into this to quickly. Sure these may all come to my mind but a question comes to me as I ponder am I really watching them or are they watching me wondering what I am wondering. Are they thinking of what may go on behind my dark expression what I may be hiding, thinking, feeling. I will never know so I will just watch with my eye’s that are my camera.