Sometimes I stare at things and let my mind wander. I like to focus in on really small things or small parts of big things. I put the parts next to eachother in my mind and look at the images I create. They always look so beautiful to me even if it is sometimes the decaying corpse of a bird or a broken tree branch. Most of all I love staring at people.
I look and look until I can see their emotions expelling from every pore in there blank faces. I sympathize with them so much. I've never looked and not seen pain. I imagine myself in their mind, in their body, seeing as they do.
Sometimes I sit in my room staring at the wall, but I'm really staring into the imaginative nothingness that is my thoughts and I imagine all the people that are dying at that very second and the lives they lived and people they effected. I cry when I see them dying. They're always reaching out pulling on that last string only to realize there's no one on the other end. i wonder if I'm the only one who sees them. I wonder if I'm the only one who really looks.

signed, a lonely mind.