if only i had a little invisible/inconspicuous way to snapshot the persons surrounding me. 

i sit here for hours, and just glance about at these people.

they all lead lives that i have nothing to do with, and yet  . . .

and yet here i am watching their lives drift by them.

these hours are seemingly meaningless, but they're not.

life is something profound, but so simple.

i'm sitting here, watching it happen.

life.

people are living whether they like it or not.

i am a living thing, it's so strange.