Listen to what is not said

Sometimes even I wonder what I am staring at and why I spend so much time somewhere else. I get caught in the breaths between moments that expand and explode into millions of possibilities room for reactions and interpretations. They hang there in the air waiting to be swallowed by the oncoming traffic of electric impulses we control but do not know how to. Maybe I am working on a road map blueprints to this impossible design so I can predict what I will say. Until then I will simply stare as to not betray myself getting lost in the maze of gazes and words never spoken.