“Sometimes I would look at people
and wonder, in my mind, about the things that they do,
about the things than run freely in their heads,
about where they are headed to.
And then I would start to feel a sense of hope,
because I am not alone.
They are real.
And maybe they are wondering, in their minds, too
of what I think about.”
YOU ARE READING
Hey You, Stranger!
PoetrySometimes, when things seem to fall down, and when we can't see anyone around to help us pick the fallen pieces up, we tend to do it by ourselves in silence. But I don't want for us to stay living with that mindset, because I still believe that help...
