sometimes i stare.
i stare at the way peoples hair flows in the wind,
i stare at how peoples heels hit the ground when they walk,
i stare at how their hands move when they hand their money to the cashier.
i stare sometimes.
i marvel at the way people take off their coats,
or the way they bend down to tie their shoes,
maybe even the way their lips purse when they focus.
i take in the little things about every last soul on the subway.
how they put in their headphones,
how they speak,
how they spin their wedding rings.
sometimes i stare.
im just taking in the beauty of the crowd