i am only surrounded when i am alone.
for when i am alone i am surrounded.
i am surrounded with it all.
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waking from what we call a sleep into the day
a day of nothing
a depth of nothingness
you tell me things
they go through my ears like the wind that blows through the city
i hear people cry from the cold. complain complain complain
but let me feel the cold. let me feel it so harshly into my skin, goes through my bones.
wake me and remind me that there is something there that i am feeling in that moment
something more than the feel of the floor dragging along my feet.
the familiar emptiness of that floor that so many people tread upon, in line.
in a row. for i am not alone, but i really am.
walk in that row. follow. but you're wandering. don't follow
feel that cold again, embrace it and know that you are not in line with them.