In a crowd, I can become one with a group slowly melding into a force that creates a feeling of connected togetherness without sharing myself with the others.
In a crowd, my pain still exists, but I mask it with the many smiles falsely worn to cover the tears of my soul that surge throughout my body, bleeding into the soil.
In a crowd, you can find the warmth of others, the universal force of love that saves a heart from shattering like glass but failing to spread the shards of pain throughout infinity.
In a crowd, surges a connecting drive to find the missing piece to the puzzle of my life that will complete a picture that shows the path to achieving happiness.
In a crowd, there's a person who can share my existence through the barrier of self to form a single living organism dedicated to the other until time no longer matters.
In a crowd, the portrait of your mind can be painted with delicate brush strokes, sharing the colors that live within each emotional thought, creating the rainbow of eternity.
In a crowd, imagination can leap from a page to become the door to a world of fantasy where beings soar to different worlds, sharing the history of a life fulfilled.
In a crowd, time stands still for a moment in eternity, finding the strength to continue writing the words of a poem or a book full of dreams filling the hearts of others with ourselves.
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