pipol.

i stay quiet.

there’s nothing much to say.

except, observe.

i take mental pictures of people

inasmuch as my memory can muster

to hold, even in just a brief grasp of recognition

i linger in that stillness,

i feel more powerful, more in tune with myself.

i see people, i listen.

i don’t judge. i won’t judge.

even in after my next lifetime.

i see the reflections of things in people

things i don’t have the courage

to take out, to make myself step out of the box.

i feel safer just looking, just listening

waiting…

.. just waiting

for someone to be bold

to make himself known

that inasmuch as I felt at ease

preying on other people’s nuances,

i am unalone,

holding up his part of the bargain,

doing the similar thing

i felt i was only doing.

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