Covered in dirt, from head to toe, a musty smell enpowers the air, where lately he did stand. Through the aisles, he peruses, as if he's looking for something, anything that is in his realm of knowledge. To use his unused words, speak his unheard voice, release his rampant thoughts into the ears of anyone who's around. "That's a good name on that coat, Certainly worth the money," he mutters to a woman who reeks of expensive perfume. She turns away, disgusted. He keeps on talking.. No one is listening. No one ever listens. When he comes to the counter, I smile. He says an inappropriate comment. It makes me want to hate him, like all the others. But I don't. I keep smiling. I see sorrow in his eyes. I see a part of everyone in that sorrow. I see the essence of loneliness personified. Poor, lonely man. I see myself in you.Birth sign: Aries
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