Everybody visibly appears so immensely occupied; constantly places to go, but no people to see.
Like hummingbirds, chasing sweet nectar before the cold starts settling in, they frantically fly past one another; unable to pause for more than a split second.
I watched their display, in silence today, as depressive thoughts continuously cluttered my head. Unable to budge from the weak in my legs, I stared in disbelief as they flew and they fed.
The lights turned, from the green to the red, on repeat, and the crossers just marched; maintaining the flow of the street. No pause for a wave, not a smile or “hi”, as they dashed through their day; with time passing on by.
The brightness of the day rises, the dark of the night grows thick, and the chaos of morning commences once the kettle goes “click”.
No time for a moment, to visit a friend, because life makes us run down a road with no end.
My “me time” this morning, it shed so much light, on the next time I feed and I flee to take flight. The next time my feet they must run around town, I’ll remember this vision and calm the f*ck down..