Too small.

I think.

Maybe I don't want to go there.

Someone is.

Theres a lot.

And it wouldn't stop.

Like a wound of sorts.

Just watching the world go by.

Don't you have places to be?

A page turner.

Can people really do these things?

I will spend time with it.

Keep it company.

But still alive.

They are so good.

Its like a waiting room.

Then they get on the bus and the words are gone.

And forgotten.