Some call it people watching.
I've always just called it being awake.
I can't help but watch and observe the comings and goings.
Where is she rushing to?
What does he do for fun?
That guy looks violent.
She looks lonely...
Some feel my eyes upon them.
I wonder what they think when our eyes meet.
Do I come off as snobbish?
I'm merely curious.
But who watches me?
Do I even notice?
Every now and then, you lock eyes with someone from across a room, and one of you looks away.
But how long were they looking before I looked up.
Was he wondering how much competition I would be as the night progressed?
Was she trying to figure out what color my eyes are?
Or was it nothing?
A mindless glance around the room, and I was merely a focal point.
As I stare around tonight, I catch the eyes of many, but nobody comes to talk.
This place is starting to feel alot like home.
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