Choas
I can feel it all around me lingering in my midst
The busyness of others
The screaming of the needy
The blankness of the lost
The hopelessness of the abandoned
The bleeding of the loveless
The passive sorrowfulness of witnesses who walk past with eyes that don't truly see ,with ears that don't really hear.
Who are all of these people?
The needy, the lost, the abandoned, the loveless? They're the same as you just in different stages of chaos.
