The Observer
written by: Ciara
A dream-like scene
It could be described by anything
The waves upon land
A boat floating unmanned
A couple clasping hands
A roar of noise
Stalling my rigid poise
Filling me up with a rude song
To the point where I could not sort
The real from the wrong
So I sat there stonefaced
My spine rattling from the base
Till two pairs of eyes locked
The bond raw and unbroken
Until an object cocked
One pair of eyes tilted and fell
The other’s eyes welled
The finite connection snapped
With a splash of water, a single slap
Bringing me back to the real world, perhaps
I’m a student and writer with a deep curiosity for how people find meaning in the world around them. I love exploring themes of faith, doubt, identity, and human connection through reflective, character-driven writing. When I’m not writing, I’m usually reading, learning about psychology, or finding inspiration in quiet, everyday moments.
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- The Observer - November 15, 2025
