Unnoticed,
I keenly search these
dissatisfied faces.

So many walking around
distracted.
Awaiting something better
to land within them;
To rapture or take them away
and free them from this.

They move within and occupy this finite space and time
but there minds are elsewhere, somewhere far away.

For a brief moment – a split second – maybe – was it?!

Recognition.
Connection.
A knowing and terrified look of awareness that says “I’m in here and I don’t know what is going on…” — “Are you in this with me, too?”