I like to notice things that nobody else doesA Story by Heather|Eliza
I like to notice things that nobody else does. Or maybe they do, and I
just don't notice it. I see someone walking down the street, I wonder
where they're going. Where they're coming from. Maybe they're late. Or
maybe they have no destination at all. I love the little details about
people, about everything. How much time did she spend on making her hair
look that way? She could be waiting for a date, or a night out with
friends. Maybe she'll go home to an abusive husband where all she wants
to be is pretty. I see mothers pushing their children in the stores,
browsing the shelves with blank faces as their offspring curiously looks
about. I wonder who they'll be in 15 years. In front of me might be the
futures president, or crackhead. I can't help but feel sympathetic and
slightly sad in the presence of old people. I wonder about their
families, when they'll pass. How many hearts will be broken. For that
moment I almost feel as close
as family to them. Then I think of how maybe they just got out of
prison several years ago from raping people or murdering dozens. Maybe
they're the worst person I've never met. I look up at planes in the sky,
I wonder where they're heading, and if they'll make it there. Maybe
someone with as much anxiety of planes as myself is sitting upon one of
the many chairs, looking down at earth, thinking about a person like me,
on stable grounds. Maybe that person is my soul mate. Maybe I'll never meet them, most likely, I won't. I
like to notice things that nobody else does. Like the way someone drags a cigarette or holds a pencil, the
The sincerity of a simple greet, gesture, or goodbye. How an exchanged
glance between two can mean more than any words ever could. What amazes
me most about life is how you can change it completely within seconds
and yet some lives go unchanged forever..
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Added on May 20, 2013 Last Updated on May 20, 2013 AuthorHeather|ElizaWorcester Area, biatch , MAAbout"All my life I had been looking for something, and everywhere I turned someone tried to tell me what it was. I accepted their answers too, though they were often in contradiction and even self-contra.. more..Writing
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