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Is It Empathy?

They are looking at me.
I can feel everything about them, him, and her.
I don't know why,
Why are you sad? What's making you angry? Where does your pain come from?
What do you need? Other than the connection, hope, and love that we all do.
Is that it?
They pull me towards them,
or maybe it's me sprinting into their life and heart.
Do I feel obligated to enter? Or maybe it's meaning. Or running from and to something to love and nurture.
I don't know why.
Why do I see someone on the sidewalk and immediately see the world through their eyes? I feel a bubble unwrap between us, or entrap us both together. This brief moment of interwoven-ness, is where everything I do matters because it will stick to them.
Is it ego?
A hope to impact someone else, to be one good moment of their day?
Who hurt you? Who loves you? What are you thinking/feeling/hoping because your soul is screaming loudly at me.
I don't know why, but I know it's important.

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