Stranded.
That’s how I feel.
Stranded in the middle of nowhere.
Surrounded by ‘hustle and bustle’ but nothing connecting.

Reaching out, grasping at air
Though I can see them, I cannot touch them.
Though I can hear murmurs, I cannot understand what they say.
Though I can sense their presence, I am completely empty.

Spinning
Searching
Longing to be a part of it all
But I’m separate, unable to join them
Unable to tie their lives to mine

Stranded
In the middle of it all, yet completely alone
Invisible
A ghost with no home.
Stranded

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