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As Always
Buzzing whirling movement
Surrounds me
A rush of sound
Engulfs me
Flashing colours
Entrance me
And yet
I am immune
Meaningless gestures
a handshake
a companionable hug
No love or intimacy
No comfort in the arms of another
Simply.
cold
A numb feeling
Spreads from my heart
It consumes me
I stand
As always
In the middle of a vibrant world
Unattainable
To the likes of me
Why?
Why am I here?
What did I do to deserve this?
The flashing colours continue
The sound and movement endure
And still
I am alone