Open the door

I love to steal these little pieces of other people's realities. These irreversible  moments of raw honesty. 
Their discomfort. 
Their awkwardness. 
Their smile. 
The way they look at me.
Moments that seem untouched by pain. 

Effortless. 

Then, when time stops. I seek these moments. The ones that will scar me forever.
No matter how simple.

I could make this rhyme, or say something really pretentious and poetic.

But then it wouldn't be effortless.