The light burns bright
water in the bottle gently shaking with
the tapping of the keys
the polka dotted bag sitting
squarely on the phone
which vibrates intensly
and wakes up my senses
to see that I am alive
breathing this same air
as you, oxygen in and
carbon dioxide out
heart beating evenly,
then what's changed
in your eyes I see
my tortured image forsaken
by all that matter
making random happy small
talk with strangers and feel
connected to the world.
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