public transit fleeting past windows
glimpsing into peoples lives for seconds at a time
silhouetted against a darkening sky
a freeze frame of an intricate positions you will never recognize
windows into situations you will never be a part of
your breath fogs the glass with curiosity
you are a figure in the background
you are not even an afterthought

emotions criss cross across the city similar to the spiderweb of lights
that draw out a map from above
eye contact with strangers feels intimate
all of these separate beings
-disconnected thoughts
-disconnected feelings
-stories tightly bound to their bodies

it's a casual nod while flicking a cigarette to the ground
stomping through slush laden sidewalks
passing open windows where music pours into empty streets

there is something so vulnerable about this place
possible missed connections paralyze you into avoiding interactions
3am train rides on abandoned cars feel romantic with your headphones on
a sea of anonymous faces
the collective nothing

momentary blurs of unfamiliar rooms, searching for something you can relate to
someone to feel the same
your counterpoint

just to know that while surrounded by so many living breathing messes you are not alone
nobody has it as together as they think they do.