Been watching people all day. Like a mental pervert guessing what there lives are like. They moved like flies around me unfazed non-stopped and coming in and out of focus. Young children circle the slow elderly less alive and over aware. Weaving, avoiding each other and each others help in eternal cycling. Staring into them
i disappear. And in only the best possible context, I die—to all my troubles and am alive only in my love and in you.
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