Breathe in and release.
Alive, yet so alone.
This place feels so empty,
Even as I look out on the teeming crowds.
Perhaps it’s my genes
Or the look of my face?
I reach out and nobody’s there.
I’m open to it all
And expect so little in return.
But my days end
With breathe and release.
Breathe and hope against reality’s tide.
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