…yellow dot

…passing souls are always a curiosity to me- the wondering of their thoughts, their life, their soul- if their mind travels too- like really really deep too. and I watch them from afar without them knowing- like an unseen yellow dot in a room full of red ones- and I rock back and forth and smile- and every now and then, they’ll see me and smile back- and then i look away, quickly-

fearful they’ll become curious about me too-

kb