Sat here and all have to write on are these scraps.
I thought it would be busier here.
But it's surprisingly quiet.

Every now and then there is a short burst of people passing through.
Which lets me know a train has just gotten in.
That along with the man who makes announcements that are not always right.
He has to keep correcting himself.

It's surprisingly clean too.
Speckled cream shinny floors.

A mix of people.

A flash,
Then a girl and her boyfriend step out of the photo booth.
They both stand close as they wait for their photos.
She touches her hair.
They laugh together when they see the photographs.
Then she puts them safely in her purse.

An elegant woman in a long black coat,
Puts on her white gloves.
She waits with the bags as her husband pays the parking ticket.

An old man sits at the cafe.
He wears glasses and reads a magazine.
He puts it down to pick up a tissue.
Wiping the crumbs off his jacket before he goes back to reading.
He's been there for a while.
-Almost for as long as I have.

I like to watch these people.
To wonder about their lives.
Where they are coming from?
Where they are going to.
What they are waiting for.
I am intrigued
And it passes my time.

I wonder about the man making the announcements.
He has a lot to make.
It's been the same man for the last 51minutes.
The same voice, becoming familiar.
I wonder if he enjoys his job.

Flat, black, pointy shoes - they pass me twice.
Brown trainer-like boots.
Black, matte men's shoes.
Red heels, the tops of which are hidden by trousers.
White trainers white 3/4 black stripes.
Grey-Brown skater trainers.

It's not often I notice at people's shoes.

I am walking home one evening.
It's late, it's dark and it's not a safe area.

I see a young boy infront of me.
He pauses to think...
He doesn't seem to know where he is going.
He changes direction...

He passes me and asks if I have a pen.
- I don't.
He then asks if I want to buy I phone.
-I say no.

He talks quietly,
Looking down at the ground.
He looks kind of lost.
Not like the kids that normally hang out here.

He starts to walk away.
I stop him and ask if he's okay.
-He says yes.
Then walks away.
I know he's not.

Today I see a missing poster in a shop..
...it's him...