They pass by without passing

They pass by without passing

Sitting on a bench she observes all the people that walk by the park, watching every detail, every color.

Her mind start to classify them, the ones wearing red clothes against the ones not, the girls with earrings and those without them, men with mustache and those who shave it.

The pass, and pass, her eyes watching them, her mind recording and cataloging them.

But even so, three seconds later they would have disappeared, they would have become one more number in her mental note about how many girls wear a skirt against the ones with trousers, or how many kids carried backpacks against those taking lunchbags.

Minutes later she will forgot then, her mind will remember that 3 girls have passed carrying a stuffed doll, but she would not remember of what animal. She will remember that 7 gentleman with a hat had walked by, 3 of them on a suit, buts thats as much detail.

She would have forgot that from the girls in a blue dress, one carried a purse with figures, and another one had a rose on her hands. Or that form the 4 kids with ice cream one was carrying a ball, and another have his socks one different color each.

And an hour later she would even have forgotten how that boy dressed in women clothes looked like, even after it caught her attention for being so weird.

But after all, so many people pass, and pass, and pass by. So many, that at the end they pass by without passing.