how come my projection is ignored your eyes, like high beams, flash over my existence scattering my photons/my waves in exchange for your bright/white clean/canvas you wander through these halls flitting from picture to picture to picture fitting yourself to each scene and visual style discarding the ones irrelevant/inconsequential like me, tossed aside connections- but how deep what soil does your friendship take root in? in experiences/morals/ideologies/pasts or is it simply a necessity a validation that you exist but why don’t i fit into your equation/picture/life? You want to laugh and I want to hear you i don’t get it i wish i did you look at me and you look at you and you look at the boy standing there and somehow you laugh at his smile you talk with his persona you walk with his saunter and here i am passing the other way, looking/writing down your validation in these words i will capture your reality/aura/matter/existence so that you won’t be forgotten like his smile/persona/saunter