Beau sat at the bench, waiting for the last bus of the night to come so he could head home and settle. As he sat with his headphones on, his eyes danced along with the people who moved around him, seeing so many expressions and other people living their lives.

It was quite poetic, life. Seeing people come down and unwind from a days ask, watching as they talked on the phone to loved ones, listened to their own symphonies in their head, watching as some laughed and smiled while others seemed tired and hungry.

Beau loved people, he loved watching others live their own lives day in and day out. He loved to write about what he saw, how life was its own poetry. Experiencing was something he could never get tired of…