Paranoid People Watching Paranoid People

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A walk home one night

Submitted: December 18, 2008

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It’s like an awkward silence but not quite, you know all the people in the room, you can see all their faces, recall the memories, but no one says anything. It is as if for this one instance everything has changed stability was lost, nothing is static. Everyone just stares into nothing, both equally content and uncomfortable, you could end it all, and you could break this looming mood. But you don’t do anything. It continues this is the way you prefer it. The lighting is not right, too bright. Go outside, a nice slice of suburbia for a good three miles in all directions. You are trapped. These people watch from their windowsills at eleven at night, the “night watch” program leader is patrolling with his dog. There will be a sheriff who circles around here every night two times. The neighborhood lies down, but she doesn’t sleep well. She is in a constant state of watching observing fearing, just as we were all taught in one way or another. Fear communism, nuclear fallout,the newer generation, fear global warming, terrorists, and our leaders. This fear perpetuating in all directions, coming and going in waves but always there, forever present. The neighborhood, she grows drowsy now, but the idea of a garage thief or drug induced robbery drives them staring. You only stare back at them, you pass the dog walker, the sheriff, you are as afraid as they are. Eyeballto eyeball,pupilto pupil,the same ackward silence, the same mood.We all fear each other.


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