Cold

Empathy is approaching an exit door
I keep the world at a distance
wise and not naive new self
but
empathy is approaching an exit door
leaving a long crying path behind
I have learnt to keep my eyes up and straight
not like a friendly, loving puppy
but empathy is approaching an exit door
and it leaves me blank

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Virtual emptiness creeps on me
this glowing square makes them unreal
I remember my childhood full of fun and mud and smells
and people who were alive with smiles and faces
and they had voices
every voice was special
now they are all strangely silent
now they have transformed into flat pictures and sentences
like characters from newspapers