Perfectly still I stand looking at the bustling streets of the city from my perch on the 9th floor of my apartment building.
Everyone's so together,
yet everyone is alone
because everyone has different destinations as they run across the street and down the sidewalks,
not bothering to acknowledge the people around them.
How is it that everyone is so lost in their own world whilst standing right next to each other?
There's a terrible loneliness here.
Many live in the city,
but no one's really here.
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Pondering
PoetryI write because emotion spills out of me. This is a collection of my poems and other writing. "My words are tiny pieces of me, each one specially woven just for you. And I will give, and give, and give, and give, until I am nothing and I become your...
