passing through the crowds

[zkhestanova]

Passing through the crowds and
Loving the alien in your own
Soul,
Stay,
and hear the silence of so many
Voices.

Bubbles of thousands zeros and
You,
Who notices even
The tiniest change of Nothing

Where is that which matters for everything
in it’s own?
To Be and to be able
Million thousand miles
You have to go and,
Slowly
getting extremely
Sober,
smile for there’s no one
To omen.

[exysbloodhound]

I think the first verse, with some tweaks, could be quite set and enjoyable. After that verse its like you change completely. Sits nicer than what i've been reading.

[Danté]

There are some pleasant ideas and images here. I have read sevreal times now and seem to be missing the crux of the poem. It might just be me, however I think you need to work this up a little and say more than it currently does for the space it occupies on the page.

Thanks for the read

Danté