Inside me I feel alone,
The world still in motion.
People walking, but I’m the only one who has stopped.
I see me and I feel discussed.
He suddenly looks into my eyes and I feel like he is reading my soul,
MY life story.
Like he finally sees what I see, and feels what I feel.
A simple smile and I feel safe, like no one can touch me.
Is it just me here?
I’m I still living?
My fingertips can still feel this Earth’s heart beat sing.