THIRST FOR RECOGNITION

Realize that I am concerned for you. No matter how much you push me away, I am still somehow questioning you in silence. I am watching you in pain of your stumbles and falls. I will worry for you, even though I hardly know how. I’m an irrelevant witness that people are completely unaware of. There’s little that I can do to place my feet in the shoes you walk in, but even if I may assume the origins of your troubles, I can apprehend even the mere mix of emotions you house. I may not know your story, but alternatively, your feelings do speak.