it was right before Christmas. After my home and most cherished memories had been irreversible vanished in ash.
I cried among merry people, as they were passing, no one stopped,
none even noticed my silent cry
while letting loose those unconscious tears
and warm tenderness. I was there among countless strangers, unknown to them —
a stranger myself, homeless and clothed at least two sizes up my small body measurements.
Life is just a story, a social experiment.
Sometimes an out-of-body experience,
a mental lapse or a breakdown when you are trying so desperately to make it work but reality seems like a crack that goes down deeper and deeper.
I looked around all mirrors
the only friend I could find that unfortunate day
was a lost stranger with sunken eyes breathing her pain
free amongst other strangers.
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