ellipsisms
They walk around in pairs while you stare through the shops and the loneliness that is only yours, no one else's. They can't see you now, they wouldn't if they had to, you're morphing into your surroundings.
We all write these stories we don't even know are true. But they are in our heads, and the truth we see is our truth, the stories we tell ourselves are ours.
A solution didn't come along, even as she stared at the problem at hand, even if she made an effort and pushed her limits. What she didn't see is that solutions appear when you stop looking at the problem.
He goes forth through the lonely forest, not thinking, not rationalising his actions or how he got there. He just keeps going.