Interesting:
Stefano Capacchione

I'm yet unaware of

The exact moment it struck me,

The release as the feign waned

Or the facade lost its guard.

Was there a particular time when

The music I was listening to

Became the music I loved,

Just because I loved it?

Like an adolescent, headphoned hoodie

Stood, cornered, unaware

Of the train's announcements

Or the clamouring,

Concentrating only on the sounds

Vibrating directly in her ear,

I sat absorbed in the lines on the page

Forgetting to look interesting.

Why would I want to look interesting

When at some insignificant

Moment in time,

I learned the significance

Of being interested?