Here We Sit



People are buzzing,

Here I sit,


No one

talks to me

I listen to my my music;

No one speaks.

I see a lonely soul,

up the hall.

I go speak to her.

So here we sit,

Listening to music,

Watching the world go by,

In one perfect moment

of syncronzations.



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