You see the same girl making coffee behind the cafe counter.
The same boss telling her to work harder, faster, not make any mistakes this time.
The same woman is running to catch the same bus with the same shopping bags banging against her knees.
You watch the same man in his same grey beanie and blue zip-up jacket walking his dog past your house when you open your curtains at precisely 7.10 am.
You sit on the same bench in the mall and sip at your same favourite coffee.
You create stories about these same people in your head.
Each time you see them their stories develop further.
Adding to their chaotic lives.
Adding to the heavy frowns pencilled upon their foreheads.
You slump backwards into the wall and sigh wearily.
You lift a hand to cover your eyes.
You've had enough now.
Surely you've been here far too long.
When you finally look up, all has changed.
You realise that each little world that one little human exists in, is apart of your little world that you exist in.
Yet you have never stepped further into their little world than offering to hold open the door for longer than usual.
Or for smiling a little more than was deemed polite.
Now a revelation is exposed to you.
You wish you could be a part of that person's life.
You wish that all humans in this same game of life, should play it together.
Surely, we all have something in common, you think, we are all of the same breed, we are humans.
You sit up, your eyes flickering intently.
You imagine all the possibilities that could exist if only it were true of human kind.
There is a shout in the direction of the counter.
The boss is yelling again at her.
You shake your head heavily.
You mutter under your breath, that we all like our own space.
That here in this Western World we are raised and approved by society if we keep to the conduct of individual space.
You must respect.
You must always respect.
And that same respect is the one thing that makes you sit alone.
That makes you realise you are lonely.
You are isolated in a ocean of people.
Because you respect.
Because you are afraid.
To walk down the street laughing to yourself.
To sing out into the wind, over the cars.
People will look.
They will stare.
They will laugh at you.
That isn't respecting.
That is being weird.
That's not what people do.
That makes you different,
It makes you mad.
Now you have taken it too far.
You have proved them right.
You have stopped to stare back at the staring faces and shouted at them hideously.
'We are all mad, only I am the one who is brave enough to let it be known!'
- Joanna Grace