I don't want to be a speck in this ocean of humanity.
I don't want my words to be so small and obscure that even the keenest ear, still, cannot hear.
I don't want to be tossed and kicked and shoved about, like the speck I fear I am.
The speck that floats & sweeps and glides & sighs - the speck that will never be examined.
I breathe.
I live.
I mean.
I am.
I don't want to be invisible.
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The world is one big bustle after another - people pushing and shoving, only to sleep and repeat?
I am the one you bumped into, in a race to catch the nooner to downtown Detroit.
I am the girl you stumbled past, in your rush to catch another cab.
I am the flower ******* McKenzie who sold you more marigolds.
The waitress at PJ's who asked, "More cream?"
The cashier at Aldi's who bagged your Arizona.
I am that ticket taker at Cinemark who gave you your stub and genuinely hoped you would enjoy your movie.
I am the girl you're seated by, right now.
This instant.
So close, you can hear her soft breaths;
So close, you can nearly smell her perfume;
So close, and still...
You stand.
You gather your things, get off the train, and run off to catch another, what?
Bus? Plane? Cab?
You're gone.
And, I'm here.
And, I'm still the girl;
The girl who might have been your soulmate.
But, you traded me for 15 minutes of silence and a bed you'd sleep in alone.
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I don't want to be a speck in this ocean that is your world.
I want to be a boulder.
I want to mean something,
And be something,
And exist to you.
So, STOP.
I'm here.
"Hello."
