Sometimes, for short fleeting moments
I realize that I am nothing to others

I mean nothing

I am just an extra walking in the background
A susurrous noise in a crowded store
A fugacious penumbra in the window of a passing car
A lighted window at dawn


I realize that I am to them to these passerbys what they are to me
Nothing

But the moments are short and fleeting
I quickly go back to my own selfish thoughts
**Its easier that way