Contact from Without Hesitation by Good Luck

I'm concentrating very intently. My gaze is fixed though the images are blurry, and I cover each eye alternatingly to see them shuffle through the frame. I'm lying in bed and getting freaked out. You know, I really shouldn't even be awake now. I've spent enough of my life down here to understand how the shadows fall. I start to wonder exactly how many different people I've seen throughout my whole life. Can't even fathom a guess. They all just continue walking or driving along their separate ways before I can even forget. I wonder out of all those millions, how many have I met? How many have I spoken with? How many have I simply brushed in passing? How have I slept in the same building as? How many have been left-handed just like me? How many have shared my exact date of birth? How many have I genuinely cared about? How many have I taken the time to get to know real well? How many have I loved? How many will I ever love? So use simple expressions to explain what you can 'cause you'll never be able to see past your hand. If I go blind from this condition may it only happen after we connect.

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