At every bus stop quietly smiling at those he only knew by sight.Staring out the windows as the trees raced past, lost in the confusion of his thoughts.
Longingly gazing out the window at happy people -- smiles on their faces.
Hoping a lovely girl will sit next to him and form a connection.
Really just hoping to form a connection with any of the faceless passengers.
He wanted to see their faces, to understand them.
Over time he built up imaginary personas of some of those he saw regularly.
Baselessly based on the expressions on their faces.
[This message has been edited by Kathleen Dalton Woodbury (edited June 21, 2010).]
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