Sitting here.

Sitting here. It's ever so rare that I don't care. I wonder if they notice. But I'm sure they do not. They look but don't see. I want to prove I am like them. But the truth doesn't help those who don't need it. It's a pretty day and cars are driving by with leaves going calmly. I'm seeing many things I once needed but don't anymore. Still it makes me wonder. I truly think I will be forever sitting here.