about feeling everything and drowning in shallow people

i feel, not like the others. i feel slowly, without haste. i try not to skip steps. and i like to think that every new relationship can be something more. something lasting and that adds. but today i only see shallow people.

shallows of feelings; shallow depths; shallows of emotions; shallows of wills.

i see people in need of stories, wishing to have them to tell in the past time of youth, but shallow in the creation of each line that makes sense for this story.

i see immediate people, lacking others and someone, but shallow enough to not be able to give anything in return. yes, i believe it is an exchange, an exchange of feelings. like a trade.

i see the anxiety of the new, the curiosity for the unknown, the euphoria for quantity; but there is no room for the deep, for the intense, for madness. madness, yes, why not?

in short, i see shallow people. too shallow.