When it's late at night and you're at your desk trying to focus on each of the
words, size 12 font, printed on thin paper that gets heavier with each turn of the page,
do you ever think about me?

Do you ever wake up in the morning and get dressed, putting on your clothes so
sluggishly because of the weight of your thoughts, and have me cross your mind?

When you're walking down the hallway and you see me, someone who never speaks
anymore, who seems to have some kind of hidden infatuation you cannot quite grasp,
do you ever think of how I look?

There are so many hidden secrets within us all; so many hidden emotions. Do you ever feel any of them?