The word that popped in my head was: wall flower.

No matter how hard I tried to find a more appropriate word for `wall flower' nothing seemed an apt.

Wall flower refused to fade away in my head.

Fade away like the boy/man in the picture.

For fade away he did into the background.

I had been watching him for quite sometime.

He was watching me watch him, with a smile on his face.

A smile that quite didn't reach his eyes.

A smile that didn't vary in its length.

A length that was careful in not crossing over to joy.

A smile that expressed boredom, tolerance and indifference.

He was alive but not ALIVE at that moment.

All the time that I watched him he did not make a sale.

It did not bother him.

People hardly stopped by to look at the goods on sale.

It again did not bother him.

He just sat there listening to music.

With a half smile plastered on his face.

Watching the world go by, without actually being in it.

It didn't bother him a bit.

Oh, how I yearned to step into his mind for just a moment - for I believe the mind of a wall-flower is as interesting if not more....