They're moving by so swiftly, so silently- not acknowledging me. I try to smile but they don't see, I stretch out a hand that no one takes.
It's a blur. The voices and sounds and bodies touching, pressing against each other as their lives intersect. Footsteps deepen, as one by one, they are filled with new feet, walking the same path, the same decision, the same mistake.
We are so close, so similar, how are we so far... so disconnected?
I will never see exactly what you see, feel exactly how you feel, know exactly what you think, so can I ever say that I truly know you? Can you ever say you know me?
Or are we all forsaken be alone...
We are born alone, we die alone... but does that mean we live alone?
2 comments:
you are never really alone.. but you're always on your own.
true, thats what it feels like. there are so many people around you, but you're just by yourself
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