Working out the kinks

heres something Ive been working on.. its a bunch of thoughts Ive gotten while observing people in the many situations that you see all day while observing people..

As she walked away his mind began to race.. there is so much for him to say.. but with nothing more to discuss he slinks off back to his daily routine.. back into his daily grind.. back into this play called reality.. he kind of feels as if she keeps him sane by keeping things insane.. she is his look into reality.. his view to see that the world is skewed... As I watch him walk the opposite way he looks dejected like his cat just died.. but he understood because it was old.. but he wishes those last moments went on for days.. rather than seconds.. see in his mind everything is fine but he is easily influenced and his influences are less insane than he is.. the other influences think hes nuts, too quiet for words slowly watching as time passes by.. they yell scream and complain that he is very prone to watching the world slip by.. not me i know hes smart.. he realizes what it is and what its not.. and he appreciates it for what it is.. and what it isnt...