among people with blank stares,
no emotions visible,
no coloration in their faces.
Then again,
they may just be ghosts.
We talk
without realizing who is hearing our conversation,
no notion of what is being absorbed,
no realization of what people are thinking.
Then again,
we don't care.
We live
in places that people only dream of,
no gratefulness of what we really have,
no starvation, no violence.
Then again,
who said we were really alive after all?
