Today I saw a group of old people, the same old people who hangs out at the neighborhood. Every other day they seem sad, every other day they were looking for something to do, looking for someone to talk to, and play chess. Every other day they spend their time at the rounded tables, hardly a smile, not necessarily a frown.
Today I saw a group of old people, the same old people, but today was a different day. Today they lost a friend, today they spoke and felt more alone than ever. Today there is a funeral at my neighborhood, the feeling isn’t good. Today I wonder if people would realize, life is not very long, life isn’t forever.
Today was not a good day, today I felt queer, today I felt like what needs to be noticed was never noticed.
Today I spoke to my parents about 98 more words than I usually do.
Maybe today I just needed you, today we just had to look beyond what is shown.
Today I’m an excellent pretender.
Today, you haven’t noticed today.
