I used to walk along the curb on the busiest street of town, watching the entirety of life pass by me like I was only a blur of color in the corner of your eye . I felt like a traffic light waiting for a destination except what if that destination was you and you got green while I got stuck slowing down at yellow? Cafe windows are full of hot beverages and intimate conversations as two opposites become one or white teeth shine as giggles escape from two best friends who are foreign to true tragedies as they throw money daily towards the cashier without the blink of an eye. How many faces do you pass a day where you remember every single one?
