I am...
I am living in a world where everyone talks,
but it seems nobody is actually listening.
Sounds and voices roll around me like waves
but what is anybody actually saying?
Does anybody care about more than just themselves?
Life is one of the hardest things we will ever do,
and having another person to hold our hand is beautiful.
To know you you are not
walking
living
breathing
for just yourself.
To know that your ever beating heart
brings another soul joy.
To look into a pair of eyes
and see your whole heart refelcted back.
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