Folding, cleaning, their minds racing faster than ever.
I cant help but wonder what theyre thinking. Faces...sometimes they all blend into the same.
I see a single mom, with un-ruly children. An old man, lonely, with a wedding ring that looks worn and old. I wondered if the woman he once belonged to was still on this earth. He was only washing male clothing. Change into the dryer.
I dont get it.
Why am I drawn to these places?
I see these people, lonely hearts...
am I just comparing myself to them? or is it that i see myself in each and every one of them?