Staring.
I’ve been told not to stare at people my entire life. My mom tells me that when I was just a year old, I would stare endlessly at people. That’s one thing that hasn’t changed about me over the years. Without a word, I stare at people. Tracing their shapes, their lines, their movements. Passing no judgements and having little to no thought, I take in the person or people before me as they are and not as they present him or her self. I don’t see the clothes, accessories or hairstyle. Something within them is what draws my attention. I don’t know what you would call it. Some call it aura. Others call it a vibe. I’m not sure what I call it but I know I sense it. Unfortunately, I’ve let my stares become a brutal game. Instead of soaking the person in, I tear them to pieces with crude, mean-spirited judgements. I’ve done it for such a long time I barely recognize that I do it. I want to see people like I used to…
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