you stare at me with cold eyes
time freezes and time flies
looking through me like I were glass
I clench my fingers hoping time will pass
you don’t always speak, but your silence says all
your not impressed, perhaps even appalled.
yet, here I stand before your eyes
I do exist and you don’t know why
for I can never be who you think you are
but I don’t want to be you, I have my own bar.
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Not sure where these thoughts came from or really who they are directed to. Nonetheless, this is where my train of thought went when I saw the “language” prompt.
Chasing Life and Finding Dreams 