Maybe

Ever since i was a little kid, I’ve seen random people in the street or the car next to me, and imagined what there life was like. People I’ve never seen before, and I judge there entire life on these tiny windows I see them in, and create this elaborate mental story of what I depict there life is like, rich/poor/happy/sad, whatever it may be. I wonder if people do that to me, and I wonder what they see.