One voice of substance one view of true vision one moment from one's true self to deliver of something of connection a gesture of good will an extension of kindness to others in despair elements of honor that once more must rise above and beyond the indifference of opion

Stuck,
Pain,
Relief.
All I feel in this very moment,
And yet I don't know how you feel
In this very moment
How odd.
I wonder if it will be cold outside tommorrow?
But it might be very hot for you.
How odd.
We've never met
Most likely never will.
And yet somehow
I can imagine you
A faint vision.
No details
But all I know is that's you.
I like you.
No voice
No opion
But yet you influence me to do my best
Without saying a word
All you are is a concept
But to you so am I
How odd.
Thank you
Whoever you may be
Because you've inspired me to do great things
Just by being you
How odd.