Jan 2013
amidst the noisy mass of people ,
I sit in an empty cafe .
people surround me ,
the place pecked and filled ,
yet to me all is empty .
I am alone ,
aloof ,
silent ,
floating ,
watching .
stoically enveloped in the noise ,
the deafening noise of my unbreakable silence .
with no one but everyone surrounding ,
I am invisible .
I sit in an empty cafe .
people surround me ,
the place pecked and filled ,
yet to me all is empty .
I am alone ,
aloof ,
silent ,
floating ,
watching .
stoically enveloped in the noise ,
the deafening noise of my unbreakable silence .
with no one but everyone surrounding ,
I am invisible .
sometimes although I am surrounded by people ,
I still feel so alone , like no one is really there ...
or maybe I am invisible .
I still feel so alone , like no one is really there ...
or maybe I am invisible .
(24/Two-Spirit/Lalaland)
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