Who is them? Them there, the ones you pass everyday, the one that search in your eyes, they are, them are the walking-numb… they are just numb to life, of life, from life. They have seen it all and have accepted, they don’t put up they fight, they don’t have energy to fight. They are worn with fear, worn to the core, or they are medicated, or they hate, they helt themselves AND their loved ones for not being there for them; but more than that, for knowing their loved ones don’t really want to here their cry for help. And from all this – this disappointment, this fear, this hate – all this excess of emotion has overridden their being, their core, and so they have shut-down. They are numb. And when they walk down the streets, when their eyes meet yours, its them searching, without knowing, for others just like them.
