typical

faceless, crowded, vapid, nothing. generic, typical. plain. just like everyone else. for all the scratching and climbing, it's going nowhere. where are you tonight? floating off on some star in the strawberry twilight? we are the little people. will you look back and see me? and we're all missing something. something that makes us beautiful. high and dry and thirsty. when was the last time you felt love in someone's touch? when was the last time you made love with intensity? when was the last time you looked at someone like me and saw something beautiful? i'm twitching with the sudden downfall. we are epic slow motion and powerful. and i could be what you need too. but who doesn't just want to be special? i know i do...