i walk through the atrium
blank faces looking at the screens
for a split second they look at me
and then disinterested,
they look back.
they seem to have figured it out-
their faces evoke emotion
of control
of belonging
of winning
yet i wonder,
amidst all of this
how many of them deeply feel whole?
how many of them have experienced depth in friendships?
how many of them had loving families?
how many of them care for others?
how many of them care for themselves?
how many of them have had a rich life?
how many of them are going to have a rich life?
figure it out
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