Mania

Agoramania

(n.) The passion/obsession/infatuation with public places

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You,

with the bright eyes,

what do you see?

aside from just people

walking past as we speak

can you hear anything?

anything at all?

or just the slowing footsteps

of those about to fall.

but do  you ever care to wonder

why they're so exhausted?

Is their most recent memory a drunken one?

did they simply stay up all night?

were they talking on the phone and heard the words "i'm sorry."

What's their story?

What's the reason behind the footsteps

That echo and echo

And pound in my head

Why do I feel the need

to hold their cold hands

Why do I feel as though I know them? 

But I can't..

It's as though the voices in their mind  

are not theirs

But my own

And all the sights they can see

are all tainted by me

Black paint dripping over

The buildings and the benches

and it happens so suddenly

the way my mind changes

like a mirror that shatters

and a gorgeous reflection

becomes a horrifying nightmare

and I can't find the words

and I can't find my feet

and I can't find the ground

That I really should meet

...

Maybe this is why

They're all staring at me

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