I can’t put my finger on it. And i can’t describe it in words. And yet its there to calmly sadden me. Like a passing cloud blocking light. Stopping time. To slowly pour over me some little far away tragedy. Disconnected with me. Yet causing my eyes to brim over and my heart to want to weep. And then just loneliness remains. No one seems near enough. Not even the voice in the ear. And injustice is felt and hurts. and a vehement cry escapes, as silent as can be to you.