Watching is, tiring. Watching everything pass by you. Watching every day go by without a hitch. The days continue even as the world seems to slow, when your fears come to fruition. And you continue to watch, because what more can be done. There is nothing better to do than watch. Because no matter how useless you feel there is nothing that can be done. There is still nothing that you can change even with your input. Watching and watching and watching, it all happens the same. A friend is in the hospital, another falling apart. And all that you can do is watch. Watch, watch and watch some more. And things that shouldn’t have been seen are seen, all because of watching.

Eventually even watching isn’t an option. Then you listen. You hear things too soon. Things that weren’t meant to reach you. Trials that aren’t your own and still nothing can be done. Because with all the listening you do, that's all it is, listening. All that has been accomplished was the listening of the things happening around you. So you continue to listen and listen and listen some more. Taking in everything surrounding you, engraving it into your mind. Much like what would happen if you were watching. Watching and listening, it's all the same. Nothing is accomplished, nothing of merit is done. 

In the end, the only thing that happens is you falling apart a little more. The seams of yourself snapping under the weight of the things you know. With the knowledge of what's going on around you. A spectator in the surrounding world. Unable to interact in a way that would do anything meaningful. Feeling useless as nothing changes. As the world spins just the same as before.