People, Places, Percolating

Sometimes I feel like I can be someone else. I feel like I can see what they see. Feel how they feel, if only for a moment. It's as if I can imagine what conflicts, internal and external, are existing at this very moment for someone else. This people watching has become people being. Simply being someone else as far as my vivid imagination can conjure. For some it just brushes the surface to obvious characteristics, but for others, it involves going deeper into the unknown. I travel to past memories that although made up, seem oh so real to me. I develop a plot equipped with a setting, characters, and morals, just like that of a bestseller straight from my thought to the shelves of the nearest book store. These tales are anything but gruesome. Everyone has problems, big or benign, so they too possess such marred qualities. Everyone is trying to catch a break and leave a namesake. All matters are taken into account in my dark and sinister tales. I leave nothing to the imagination, but some thoughts are so vague that ten become impossible to count how many possible outcomes there are. I will let you into on a little secret; they are all bad. I do not foresee a positive outcome for the lost and downtrodden. As far as a pessimist goes, I am generous as I annotate their ever move and counter with reaction. If I am the only one who does this, call me crazy. Call me what ever brings a smirk to you face and a skip to your step because when you are not brooding, I will.