Unspoken Guidance

I'm never entirely sure where I fit. No matter the occasion, I drift into corners or shadows or empty tables in the common room. I watch them all, not judgmentally. They float and converse and then disperse and I continue to sit here. In many aspects, I don't fit. Relationships, school, lonely nights. Never fitting, just sitting. I'm a voyeur, a watcher of humans. I can't understand myself, so I look to those around me for unspoken guidance.

As it is at this moment, I'm awaiting the start of my 1pm class: US History. I'll leave in a minute. They will too, eventually. I'll find new people to see and then they will leave, eventually.