Two handed saw

Dark nights and bright days meld together in an endless re run of my life. In and out my emotions seem to ficker like a candle. Every split second people do grand sinister acts and with little thought. Words cut deep like a blunt saw. Tearing at the flesh as blood oozes. Acts echo through like a shock wave effecting so many. However in an instant one person can do the most shocking. Say hello. Genuinely care. In that second I have a reason for living. When a person is kind. When people share seconds of their lives that second is irreplaceable. Memories worth remembering all share a common denominator other people. To live alone never being touched by the words and acts of pople is a shallow exsistence. I need others like a flame needs oxygen.