Not Alone

Here I am, sitting alone in this cafe. Been here for a while. about 9 hours actually. I'm writing, alone, snuggled up with my computer and my hot cocoa.

I wonder how many more of "me" there are in the world right now.
How many sitting in cafe corners on their computers.

Sipping a hot drink.

Waiting for something interesting to happen.

Perfectly content in sitting, waiting, watching.

How many people are wishing their fake nails are gone by now?
How many people are chewing this same type of gum I just spit out?
Or wearing this ring?
Or feeling this way?
How many people are listening to this same song?
How many people miss their best friend?
How many people just don't wanna go home?
How many people want to be accomplishing something beyond their means?
How many people are sure that they were meant to do something much, much more important? Like helping someone.

Or saving someone.

Stopping someone from doing something stupid or harmful.

How Many people are having a hard time comprehending this worlds twisted laws and "normalities"?
How many people believe in something better?

Something no one has even thought of before....

How many people are OUT there?
How many people can call themselves people at all?
How many people can hear me?

Not if I scream.
Not if I become famous.
Not even if I publish this blog.

How many people can HEAR me.

People who can relate?
Listen.
Feel.
Understand.




I think everyone can.
Everyone is.
We can't help ourselves.
Why do we try so damn hard?