Saturday, October 22, 2011

I Am Here.

I am here. You do not realize it, but I am. High above you, I am here. I can smell the smoke from your cigarettes, the exhaust from your cars. I can see you walking, alone, in pairs, in groups. I can hear you, your drunken celebrations, your cell phone conversations, your life's disappointments. I can hear your fights, your hearts breaking on the street, words you can't take back. I can hear your naked anguish, your pleas. I am here. Life is hard, but I am here. And I just want to tell you: Shut the fuck up - I'm trying to read.

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