as i walk through the crowds. watching all the different worlds, pass me by. it seems like i am so far away. as i overhear the beautiful nothings, of those best kind of conversations. and some with their phones in hand. yet i know it’s not for the same reason… as mine. for they’re not only writing nothings to a screen. they’ve got someone, or more, to share their beautiful nothings with. as i write to myself, my most familiar words… one day.
-joshua ryan stewart