how the world changes sometimes.
How the streets you walked
your entire life
How the silence isn't so quiet.
How the eyes you've barely noticed
look at nothing
How the walk home
isn't a routine but a victory.
Then you begin to wonder
maybe it's not the world
that has changed
You have become darker and colder
towards the world
towards even yourself
That those eyes are just your eyes in a reflection,
all that stress and fear comes from within.
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