Staring through a glass, an unfamiliar face draws my attention on a constant basis wandering who this person is.
I stare stone cold gazing hoping the attention is grabbed. knowing in reality it'll never be. time is all I have to give because I chose to stop someone else's from going.
clear glass and bars are all I know. We've grown close with each other with each day that passes the more like my counterparts I become. Survival is my only goal in this space.
