Weave 1: Community
Why don't I know them! Where are they from! I should know them!
Should I know them?
I'm friends with them? /// I am. /// I am friends with them.
And I still can't tell what they look like in a sea of faces.
Another, another comes as soon as the previous had left.
I can't tell who they are either. Now they….
No.
Everyone is staring long enough to expect me to say something in greetings; yet not long enough that I feel it correct. I have the reaction to shoot something from my voicebox out in time.
Yet it was too late. The moment passed, and once again will my recognition
I live in a world where everyone knows me by sight, and I can only hope to glean who it is if they never change how they walk, cut their hair, shave, and never wear sunglasses
