Too many faces have swept past me tonight.
Strangers. Fleeting glimpses of unknown lives.
Happy faces widely smiling.
I wonder what caused
those smiles.
Love?
Friendship?
Some top-secret deadly virus?
Stark, heavily made-up faces looking for…
whatever it is they’re looking for.
Pretty faces with eyes that look down their noses
at the rest of the world.
What a laugh.
Please, the rest of the world couldn’t care less about you!
Sad faces lamenting bitter thoughts.
Faces that have paled in confusion,
lost in a crowd of bodies who are too busy to take notice.
Innocent faces. Naughty faces.
All of them strangers, all of them locked
in their own tiny worlds.
There is no room for me out here.
And yet…
there are other faces, too…
ones with eyes that look at the world
from a different standpoint,
who marvel at the wonders of the unexpected…
impassive and yet not,
curious but strangely distant,
silent but questioning,
hiding among the maelstrom of indifferent
bodies.
It may be that there is hope yet
for this oblivious society.
And what of me?
No, let that be another story.
For now, this piece
ends here.
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May 30-31, 2009