I am invisible to the people around me

They do not even notice me sitting here

They do not know what I am thinking

They do not know what I am doing to them

They have died three or four times, or

They have been saved three or four times

Sometimes, I am the one to die

Often, I walk away, unfazed by my own thoughts

Another bus stop, another bench

More people who waiting

More people in their reality

Not knowing what is happening to them in mine

I am home, laying on my bed

Some events I remember, and laugh

Some, I start to remember

but stop before I get too far

my reality exist in a singular point

once I am gone, my reality will be gone

others, live their realities in a duo or group

eventually as they die, that reality becomes a single point, too