Sitting at the mall,
Listening to the people.
Their voices fill the air with babble like a river.
Their steps shake the ground,
tremors rising and falling with each passing person.
Here and there a voice rises above the rest
But it is soon lost among the chatter.
Thoughts and words tumble through the air,
A din of conversation that strangles the silence.
The more I listen, the louder the voices.
Yet in all this noise,
All these people,
I am alone.


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