I sit and watch the clock tick away.
I sit and listen to the seconds to pass.
I listen to the sounds of the winds.
I listen to the nonsense one speaks.
I listen to the passing of footsteps.
I watch the movement of strangers.
I watch the wasteful spending.
I watch the time to pass.
I sit here in silence as I watch patterns repeat themselves.
I sit here and watch as years to pass, but the same that we are.
I listen to the quiestest of sounds not a soul can hear.
I watch as history never changes.
Here I am picking a part a world that is said to be complicated.
Complicated for the lack of understanding.
Lack of listening.
Lack of compassion.
Lack of passion, and desire.
Here I am not a soul to see me
Here I am not a soul to hear me.
Here I am not a soul to hold me.
Here I am in a world that does not see I, but I see everything.
Everything in great detail of these patterns that we repeat.
I see the pieces of a world that misses the simplest of things.
The pieces that just change shape of this never ending puzzle that we call life.
-Stephanie Houltzhouser
10/19/2019
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