I still haven't figured out why, but I usually stare at people a lot.
I'm not looking at what the color of their hair is
Or how many piercing's or tattoo's they have.
I'm not looking at what their wearing, and seeing whether they shop
At an expensive store or a thrift shop.
When I stare at people I think about what they could have possibly been through.
I wonder if the only lady sitting at the empty table lost her husband in a war
Or just enjoyed being alone.
I wonder if the boy who always wore large, long sleeved t-shirts dealt with self-harm
Or Just didn't like showing his body.
I wonder if the young woman who was crying in her car found out she had breast cancer
Or just was listening to a really sad song.
I wonder if the man who was stirring his coffee was thinking about himself today
Or just was mixing the sugar into his drink.
It fascinates me how we pass so many people every day
Ignorant to what they are going through and maybe with a simple smile
We could make their day a little more worth living.