- Books, Literature, and Writing
Without people what are we?
Isolated islands floating on the edges of humanity
Social beings are we
so what do we become when we're alone?
Thoughts creeping stealthily into a quiet mind
Busy digging deep, searching ever searching
delving into things and people left behind
And as our time turns colder thoughts of long ago arise
of happy days and conversations
repeated and unanswered ever-changing our past
Silence around us leaving us open to introspection
of loves lost and loves gained
we truly are but trailing whispers in the wind of our own minds.