i forget, sometimes,
that everyone has their own world
just as full as mine.

that ******* the bus,
she always has blue glitter on her eyelids,
she has someone
she cries over
when it rains.

and that boy,
who laughs a little too loud in the hallways --
he has a grandmother
she calls him every sunday.
he has a playlist
that he never shares.

i forget
that lives unfold around me,
not just mine.
no one else's life
pauses
just because im not
in the same room as them.
they're full of joy,
grief,
midnight cravings,
and rom com dreams
that don't star me.

but tonight?
the warm city lights
look like conversations
ill never hear --
and i remeber.

So it true?
True that as a newborn is welcomed to this world
Someone is also somewhere struggling to find life... or rather dead

No wonder
When there is death ,there is tears
When there is birth, there is excitement except in the wicked world called Earth... rare cases actually

Practical Practical Practical
Imagine a world not earth now
A world where time flies  differently
The one with distinctive culture
Where birth is a sorrow
And death is excitement.....because the world is too cruel for new borns and dying is resting to be save from the wicked world