Strangers and Feelings

I am not acquainted with anyone there, if they spoke to me I would not know what to do or say.

But so far nobody has.

I don’t participate, I’m not allowed; I just listen, and every morning have a moment of such happiness, I breath and breath until the terror returns.

Sometimes I see people actually look into each others eyes and hold hands a moment, but that is just a sometimes thing and I sense it's not for everyone. And, as I am not everyone, this presents no real problem.

I don’t know what I am doing there. I do notice the more I lose touch with what I previously saw as my life, the more real my spot in the dark days of Autumn becomes.

If only I could tell someone how I truly feel.