we've discovered another bare and transparent soul like us.
We hear and fear the silence, unable to be one with the crowd.
I too once wanted the whole world to hear me,
to praise me,
to remember me,
giving them all and feeling emptier than ever.
I have sought after souls like me,
but I forgot that loud souls like us are the least to be heard.

And indeed,
it was in the moment,
in the fleeting,
that I noticed a quiet soul that must have felt everything,
and reflected their pain upon an indifferent world.

They must have seemed so distant and untouchable to the world,
but I can hear their pain, I can see their soul.
Every line every word of theirs is beautiful.

But, they are also so fragile,
so prone to pain that to love them,
I must never give up,
to make them feel warm,
to make them feel safe.

I have to love them like I have never been loved before.