Untitled (6.12.02)
birds chirp
car engines run
metal clangs
clouds shift
water runs swiftly
I feel....
nothing.
I feel not, a friend next to me,
I feel not, the warmth of a special person,
I feel not, the compassion I have to give,
I feel not, the compassion I once received,
I feel alone.
I feel this hard bench and humidity.
-daniel Wade
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