After the countless winter nights on a summer,
sometimes I wonder,
does God let that particular people know our agony?
Do they hear our muffled screams of pain?
Do they see our rainstorm of tears?
Do they smell our cigarette smoke of anxiety?
Do they feel our cold blanket of isolation?
Do they taste our bitter lips of despair?
Does God let these people know everything we are going through because of them?