Sometimes I don’t know what the world is like anymore.
It sways and tips and then moves two steps backwards.
I see the lack of compassion and the shallow eyes that never look up,
to afraid to speak without the use of facebook or text messaging.
Sometimes it is a cocoon that I wrap myself in and find contact with those
who do smile.
It is the other half of the street that stays away from the touch of humanity.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
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