Mindless chatter fills the air,
Many conversations all combine into one noise,
Serious as life or death it could be,
But to the outsider it is nothing but nonsense.
Jibberish.
Animated men and women fling hands and arms in excitement.
But the observer does not understand.

Lonely souls pass by,
Lifting books in search of comfort.
Gazing at those in conversation.
Wishing.
Longing to be apart of what appears to be useless exchanging of words.
In need of a friend.

They carry on,
Sipping coffee and tea.
Oblivious to those around them.

But the observer sees all.
Those caught up in the chaos of business,
Unaware of the broken souls around them...
and those who are just looking to escape,
Trying to forget.
Getting lost in a book.

The observer does not understand.