The Things We Keep Looking At

This morning, I was watching people.

Not in a strange way.

Just… noticing.

Everyone seemed to be in a hurry.

Coffee in one hand.

Something else on their mind.

But their eyes-

their eyes were somewhere else.

On their phones.

Always the same small glow.

Even the smallest one-

hair all messy,

wearing two different socks-

still looking at a screen.

And I wondered.

What is it that they keep finding there?

Something important?

Something new?

Or just… something that doesn’t leave?

I tried to imagine it.

Tiny moments,

lined up behind the glass.

Waiting to be seen.

Touched.

Scrolled past.

And then forgotten.

Or maybe not.

Maybe some of them stay.

The way other things do.

And then I thought-

maybe I should have one too.

A place like that.

Something I could open

when the day feels a little too quiet.

Something to look at

instead of just thinking.

I don’t know if it would help.

But maybe…

it would make the day

feel a little less empty.

Or just…

a little different.

Notes by Mr. Monsterʘʘ