Sitting

Am I over thinking?

Being isolated in a crowd. 

Why let go of little things? 

Sitting in a circle with a heavy heart

Between abundance of identities,

Soon the knife slashed our hearts 

Pouring it out, filling the room 

Thinking I would drown 

But feeling most free and alive 

In this unknown territory 

Filled with strangers 

Sitting in a circle,

Now holding each others heart.