Sea of the Bleeding Many

One-

And one only;

In a sea of many-

But I am alone.

…and their individual faces fade

and blur

and blend

together

like colours of paint

bleeding into each other

Each of them has a story

and a life of their own.

I will not learn them.

What would it be

To see their stories-

Past and future

In a flash

As you pass them?

Would you still feel alone?

Would your segregation feel cemented?

Would you stop

to say hello

to another face

in the sea of the bleeding many?