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
Dec 2, 2012
Dec 2, 2012 at 5:44 PM UTC
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
I Am Gossamer by Geneviève Pardoe Macchiarella is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.
