I see a world that I am not sure about. I see secret connections, not so
subtle glances. I see pain in hunched shoulders and furrowed brows. I see
boredom; some would rather be anywhere else. I see fake smiles of some who are
just checking off boxes. I see exhaustion in eyes that simply won’t stay open.
I see glimmers of hope in seeming failure. I see truth in faces that contrasts
spoken words. I see desperation. I see more than I should, at least right here.