He

He looked around, to the endless brightness surrounding him. A rarity to where he belonged and when he belonged. Tress and grassy ground beneath the trees splendid at light. He could see, twinkling of the suns along the shiny roofs of houses. He cared never to look around and was glad he did. Glad that his eyes shore, glad that he smiled, glad that it happened unprovoked. Then he felt the wind, he breathed the air. Cold, unwarmed. He felt happy. unprovoked.

he watched everyone,
and saw none.
he listened to all,
and heard null.
he wants to be lost,
with crowd, he is cursed.