Deeper than us.

The colour black signifies being alone... being alone and cautious of everyone who stands close enough for you to taste the expensive liquor of their previous 'post-break-up-fight', just like whom their worlds shatter like a piece of glass on the pavement. Just as they give you a look to wonder if you have figured out all of their small or so large issues, staring straight into their intoxicated souls, their black, lost at sea pupils pulsating in curiosity... before you blink they are gone, the bond broken and like smoke sinks into the clouds.

As she sat there, her delicate body was keeping her from falling into a trance, the moss green eyes fixates on the illuminating screen, the screen that had sucked the lives out of little ones. Reality grew on her tongue, sticking to the cells. Re-woken into the real world she wondered what he was doing, how did he feel so humiliated that expensive liquor was the only thing keeping him from falling, she was so invested in him.. him who had no name, identity or background. He was just another stranger, another one of the crowd only sticking out of the ordinary last minute.

His eyes were jumping around her mind, did he know? did he see her? was he curious over her acknowledgement? no... strangers don't hang around they just flow in and out like the waves, different and the same. Who are these strangers that have their own individual lives, names, identities or backgrounds.

The world had once again swallowed her up, there was no breaking her out of the overthinking thoughts flowing intensely around and around no pauses just a constant flow.

Touch. What was touching me? why was there a warm hand waking up my body? is this a dream, it is. Him. He was there, i know it that strong smell of liquor not just any liquor the expensive type you get for Christmas or your 21st Birthday... i looked up in fear of him knowing, his eyes.. black lost at sea eyes glistened as if the sun was dancing on the sea's bed, a small smile crawled onto his face, but my smile doesn't show. I blink again and he is gone, he isn't coming back either.

She sat there still, waiting for no one. The hidden strangers walking around through the day some closer than us, some... deeper than us.