in a room full of people,
but i'm all alone.
surrounded by faces,
when i don't know my own.
in a crowd full of bodies,
but stranded in my mind.
surrounded by friends,
but i feel left behind.
what is it to live,
and be a ghost all the same?
to be alive but not living,
a spark with no flame.
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dispositional tendencies
Poetrya collection of writing and poetry i wrote about things that i can't always say out loud. i hope you enjoy this and can find comfort in knowing others feel the same as you and that you are not alone :)
