do you notice me? am i just another person in the crowd to you? i see your eyes graze over the crowd, and i could swear you stopped at me a second too long; but before i could do anything about it, you were already looking at the boy behind me.
i watch as you stutter on your words, in between verses, a nervous smile etching itself onto your lips. even your stuttering was beautiful.
the weather was nice today; a gentle warmth and a slight breeze. within a couple minutes, you concluded your set with a small, "thank you, i love you."
do you really love us?
you seemed tired; dark circles, a barely appearing smile.
i'm worried.
are you alright?
— ksj