A Fly on the Wall Observing Gravity.

(some Lomo photos I had developed recently)

Sitting in a corner, in a crowded room. All these people and I'm still drinking alone. In the outer bubble watching the people like stars in orbit.
They're like magnets drawing together and pushing apart. I feel no pull acting on me. It's as if I'm a particle that's frozen. I can't get in, I can't get out. 
Just on the edge, forced to watch it all unfold. Unsure of what it all means.
It's hard to tell between fate and coincidence. It can only be seen in hindsight,
and even then it's hard to make them out from each other,
kind of like me and the wall.

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