So it would seem

It seems to me, that maybe we sit. And we don't know. We don't know, that the rest of the world. They endure, they don't understand, they experience. More pain. More agony. More heart wrenching disaster. Than we will ever, even, think of. And it seems to me. That I sit. And I try to feel. I try to feel, and I can't even think about it.