People are busy doing things; things they like, things they dislike.
They are busy doings things that are in their hearts and minds.
They are busy making news, telling stories, reading stories, making money, playing their games, travelling, loving their pets, judging others, thanking God, feeling loved…
Most importantly, they know they belong somewhere.
Then there is me,
Standing in the middle of nowhere,
And yet at the center of all commotion;
Just standing mindlessly,
With all the senses dead,
As if someone just pressed the mute button.
I simply be there,
Allowing sleep to take over.
Tomorrow, I try again.