I like the comfort of being lost in crowded places,
not because of the anonymity
but because of the humanity;
it reminds me of what it means to be alive,
the expanse of the space swept in the
infinite motion of the present -
to exist, here with you, me and everyone
with hopes and dreams, heartache and pain,
unknown and sheltered from the outside
world, too tender to heal, to breathe, to expel
wonderful and mundane, just moments,
because everything we know and love
are a culmination of moments,
starting now.
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