Strangers written by ~jf at



written by: ~jf



In the solitude of my quiet mind
I pass by unseen,
I am nothing to this world.
I see the beauty and devastation at my feet.
Striding over your body
You are nothing to this world,
We are nothing; we are unseen.
But I see you and you see me and in that moment our worlds collide.
You ask for nothing, I have nothing to give except my hand.

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