I hold on...hold on
tight enough to let it go
resist...surrender

a storm of voices
these lives pressed hot against me
flowing off my skin
.......................................................
what is this need
to be in a crowd of people
voices loud...bodies touching
not knowing a soul
not trying to meet anyone
or start a conversation...
just letting it all roll around you...
quiet...open...still...
why does this feel so satisfying sometimes?