And you think that the world would have slowed down.

Something happens. Something huge.
Something that you see ripple between the social circles like its some form of idle gossip, and then casually disappear as if nothing had happened at all. The crowds disperse. The scattered conversation dies. Those who heard it in passing conversation, tip their hats and depart. The cameras turn to a new story. Ears tune to the sounds of a newly formed boy band and the world, ultimately, forgets.

For me, the crowds have not dispersed. The oceans haven't been swept underneath their skyline carpets. A group of tired eyed, pale faced boys met outside a classroom today. They brought grief with their news. They told it with their eyes, because their mouths had been ductaped shut.
It all made me feel rather ill.

And now I feel a sea sickness; people 'round these parts move too fast. They change, and judge, and assume, and never contemplate what it would be like to have it effect you. They're still discussing what boys they like, or how much homework they have to do on the weekend. They don't have their priorities straight.
The world should have slowed down.
The world should have paused.
The world should have stopped that day.
At least for a second.

To let me catch my breath or something.