You will never feel more alone,
Than when you are surrounded by other people
And no one says a word to you,
No one looks at you,
You are the wind as they pass by.
On a train full of others,
Sardined next to one another,
Staring at their little bright boxes
Connected to everyone
but each other.
All of these people,
Moving through space and time,
Together,
Yet entirely and utterly
Alone.
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