From the Other Side of the Lens

I guess, its just about being a little dead inside.

 

Someone is calling out to me from every grave, from every chalk out line, from the back of every ambulance. They're calling out to me saying, "touch me, please, just touch me." Though, I keep my indifferent hands to myself. Someday, the calling will fade. Some day these sleeping people will know that I am sleeping too.

Reviews

[Adam Ares]

I like this. There's a universal but uncertain quality to it.