Do you ever feel included in their conversations,
but not included in their lives,
Think you listen to their words but not their hearts,
Wandering if people act kind and stab back,
Do you feel loved but ask yourself if it’s real?
Isn’t the world sometimes beautiful and painful,
Lonely as it always has been, but crowded nevertheless,
Thinking, if you’ve heard of your beautiful theories of life and soul,
To another lost soul and accepted without comment,
To enjoy the lost moments together with kindness and peace,
Is this being vulnerable or aren’t we all the same?
Thoughts In Silence
