Staring in to the distance.

There is woman who sits across from me, no older than mid thirties. She stares in to the distance seemingly detached from the world and her surroundings. She wears a deep blue dress that stands out from the crowd, but no one it seems notices this.

Her hair is a dark red and her eyes emerald green, her disposition fascinates me. I have not seen look like this before, it is almost a look of longing. As I glance over she does not notice, she is totally absorbed in her own world. I wonder what she is thinking?

I see a mark on her ring finger where a ring once used to sit, she touches the space while staring off in to nothing, is she divorced or widowed? It’s clear that what ever her past that ring that is no longer present was of great significance.

Suddenly her expression changes, she smiles, stands up and leaves the coffee shop. Just like that someone so lost in thought returned to the world of conscious thought, put on her mask and continued her life. I will never know the story behind the missing ring, I will only know that it had a deep meaning and that what ever the reason she was never the same after its removal.

I guess its not what we see that tells us the most about a person, nor is it what they say. It’s what we don’t see or hear that matters the most.

It’s what we don’t see or hear that tells us the story of where someone what been and where they are going.

A Plan

Over the past few days I’ve found myself lost for words. There has been nothing but silence in my world, it feels like the calm before the storm, it feels like I’m being watched.

Nothing out of the ordinary has happened, nor have I seen any of the faces that continued to cause me torment. Are they gone from my life for good? Or is this merely a brief moment of peace before everything comes to a head?

Soon enough my life will be moving on to its next chapter, progression is at hand. In my own mind I have a plan, half is in the control and half is not, this is where I need to use influence where I can to achieve my desired outcome.

They think that I’m on their side… that’s never been the case. There is no honour amongst thieves and they would not hesitate to cast me asunder once again. This time however they are playing right in to my hands.

If all the cards fall in the right order I can leave him this gift.

Why hold back?

Why do I hold back?

I learnt a long time ago, no matter what you desire or how much it means to you, in the end you must be prepared to walk away.

No matter how much we care, people will always fail to see what is in front if them.

Some call it a cold, harsh and bitter outlook on life, sadly though, it’s the one that keep you the safest.

Irony

It’s ironic really. I am sat in a different coffee shop, in a totally different area and everything is the same. The faces of the people are hollow, their expressionless demeanour only compounds the fact that really they don’t want to be doing what they are doing.

Each one is absorbed by the technological terror we have created: Social Media. The laptop screens illuminate their eyes, but not one of them is smiling, not one of them even acknowledges there are other people around them with the same vacant look of hopeless despair.

What has happened to our world?

When did physical interaction become something to feared and considered unacceptable?

When did we lose touch with the world…