Walkers

When the sun is up, and all that's invincible to the naked eye walks around us. Talks at us. Goes through us. Smiles at us. Cries because of us. They want us. They want our lives. They want to breathe again. They want to live again. They want a second chance. They want to say sorry. They want to make up for all their unforgivable sins. They want to walk among us again. They want to appear again. They want to be noticed again. They want to be talked to again. They want to be visible again. They want to be able to feel again. Pain, laughter, warmth, happiness, hospitality, social, they want us. They're tired of death, cold, rain, blood, misery, mud, heart that doesn't beats. They. Want. To. Live. Again