thoughts of a bystander

I found beauty in watching people when they didn’t know it
Peeping through apartment windows with the blinds drawn open
There was something so moving in the actions of a person who didn’t feel like they
had to put a show on for someone
From the way their eyes would light up when gazing at something they adored
To the way their bones would collapse when they felt the fingertips of a loved one
on their skin
The world is so focused on having to put on a perfect display for those around to
watch
Yet no one seems to focus on the mundane things in life that could be so beautiful
when looked at through a new set of eyes
Like how chipped paint hints at the fact that your apartment has been loved for
many years before
Or those nights when you gaze out into a city-lit sky
Wondering how in the hell you ended up where you are today
And knowing that you’re connected to millions of people around you
yet you don’t even know how.