Seaple

 There are so many people that people become commonplace

It is normal to walk past more people in a day than you will ever meet in your lifetime.


I long for people to be cherished

Each person a possibility

Each one new and fascinating


So I sit in my room

Scared of the people

Their noise

Their smell

The way they ignore everyone

Like they're on a ship in the middle of the ocean. The 'other' people are water. Bouying them towards their goal. Silent witnesses to their journey.


There's so much water I can only run my fingers through it. I can't pick up each drop and find out its journey.

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