Nameless Peers

There is a sort of  sumptuous amenity, among people and scents unknown. A concoction, delicious to ones heart. How downright ravishing. To think not a single person on this bus knows the complexity of my mind, nor my sorrow. However, I am just at fault as they. I've no clue who these faceless figures are, nor where they are going or coming from. Each bobbing head and texting hand has a life of its own. Equally as in-depth as mine and the lady to my immediate left. The world is littered with hearts, lives, and stories. So confront a stranger, don't be a stranger. Because the value of a person's life is judged not by flattery or ownership of shiny toys. More so, the amount of people willing to watch your motionless chest being lowered as you rest.