an old piece of rediscovered writing
"People watching. It's like becoming a chameleon in the space you occupy, letting go of your sense of space and sinking into just one point of intake. It's blocking all of your own thoughts and sounds to sharpen your perceptions of your surroundings. It's meditating with your eyes open, and instead of focusing inward for peace and calm, you focus, passively, on those around you. You can see stories in everyone's faces. You hear sounds from all through the room, see everyone that passes thorugh. Everything seems cleaner, sharper, brighter. Inspiration comes faster from the kaleidescope of humanity that passes on and off the stage you've created, with you as a private audience of one. It's forgetting you're a person in this scene, lettign your breathing become imperceptible, letting your heart beat slow to a steady, plodding rumble that fades under the echoes of the racing people outside of you. And everytime you look someon in the eyes, you wonder if they can read themselves as much as you can. The little mannerisms, the subconcious movements, all begin to map out each person in your mind, but it's rare you get to absorb enough to even make the most rudimentary of bluepirints of anyone. They race onwards, to self-important places. Someone I know passes, a familiar face. But I'm in such a trance, my brain fumbles for a name and I'm left alone to watch as that still nameless stranger who is not so unfamiliar passes unhailed."
what's the hardest part of saying hello?
...it's only hard if you know you have to say goodbye.
what's the hardest part of saying hello?
...it's only hard if you know you have to say goodbye.