insouciance

...aloofness and disinterest crashing down on my inquisitive face and my smile, the friendliest realest ones the bums and the transients who actually look others in the face; when i walk yr streets confronting you with my tear-filled gaze will yr blank eyes stare thru me as always? here the answer is yes and it feels like such an act of defiance, daring you to care, daring you to see something real and raw and human, something beside our sterile interactions and expectations and rules.