The Seventh Sense

They stood still
And yet, they grew
Not hurried
Not hassled
No control
On what happened

The Canvas

It was just plain canvas

White and pristine

A brush in hand

I stood thinking

The Bridge

The cars sped over the bridge on the canal, sparing neither the bridge nor the canal a thought. That's not true, there was just one thought, to cross it before the stink overwhelmed them.

And yet, there were a few who walked or cycled on it. They had learned to ignore the stink.

The Reality of the Burden

On my head

I carried the weight

of guilt and regrets

In my heart

I carried the rock

of pain and hurt

The Extras

What is the plot?
Who are the actors?
What is the scene?
What is our character?