in a small room, there are many souls
each one has a story unique to them
yet they don't speak of it
they do not see it
the stillness around them
as they occupy a room without a word
they don't question the quietness
almost embracing it
how can I blame them though
what purpose does it serve to tell your story
when its easier to stare at a phone
and bask in the thoughts you have
blissfully ignoring souls around you