They never tire, do they?
Always moving, always working, always running.
You can never truly hear silence. They never truly stop. They never just watch.
They can’t feel you.
They keep going on their cars. They walk so fast they can’t even feel their own feet. They eat so fast they can’t taste food.
They can’t see the fire dancing, they are not hypnotized.
They go to work, earn some money, pay their bills. And for what?
For a life with no meaning.
So much air they can’t even sense a breeze. So much for the snow they can’t even notice the morning frost. So much rush to get to know the universe, without falling in love with our moon. So much for going out, move, non-stop, they can’t figure out their home.
What do you think, beautiful?
Am I that different? What am I, if I keep referring to them as they?
Am I not one? Just one more?
1st January 2021
