Imagination

not perceived

a fly eyed your chocolate milkshake, the 2 dollar lip stick mark on the straw.

a waiter whizzed by, almost spilling a jug of beer on you.

nothing is moving, you are.

Common-ness

lost amidst the commonness

being lost is a state of mind, since we are already lost in the first place.

i was

i was, standing alone, imperverse to the environment.

i was there, but not there.

if only life is always in black or white