Thinking

Everyone seems to be moving faster than me. No not in movement, but their motion in time. It seems like they're running while I simply walk and stop constantly. It's like they easily move on to tomorrow while I stay deep in thought thinking of yesterday. The words I have spoken to total strangers that may have changed lives, the actions that I have done and could've done, and the impossible events that I've so wanted badly to occur.

I wanted everyone to just stop and think about their selves. Are they happy?, are they content?, are they the person they have wanted to be in their lives? have they done what they have wanted to do with their lives? do they think their lives are more significant unlike the other millions of human beings on earth?. I wanted them to stop think, even for just a minute of yesterday and stop thinking of tomorrow. What they would do and what they wouldn't. But it seems to me like I am the only one looking at the distance looking at a familiar child playing with toys and attempting to write and draw, the words have always been crooked and the drawings will always be blurred in my mind.

I'm always looking at the distance, it contains all of my hopes, dreams, fears, secrets, memories and the faces of people that have come and go to leave their imprints on me changing me at their will. I feel a constant burn in my chest threatening to consume me until I lose my breath and break into pieces of what and who I am. When I finally shake my head and look, everything is moving. The sky is blue, the grass is green and I am sitting on a park bench simply looking at the distance.