Connections are such a strange thing.
Two strangers can share more intimacy
then any other experience in a lifetime.
 
I wake up next to a window,
I see the top of a building and dispersing birds.
I haven’t slept a wink, and I am not alone.
I see all of your things, consuming me.
 
I don’t feel afraid or uneasy.
I feel at peace. No amount of sleep
can compare to this.
 
For a moment the world is silent.
We are silent.
You think you know me,
but you haven’t really met me yet.

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