My Grieving Refrainment!

Figure 1. An endless ocean of crowd. This is my grieving refrainment! Would you like to take a ride through it? Would you like to dive deep into it? Would you like to listen close to it, when I whisper, low-key, fluttering my eyelids? I see the crowd, but refrain from being seen. I hear voices, but refrain from being heard. I follow the footsteps, but refrain from being followed by. I have felt stories, but refrain from spitting out mine. I have encountered phonies, but refrain from admitting one. I have known places, but refrain from calling one home of mine. I have sensed the depth, but refrain from jumping in. I have surrendered against time, but refrain from drowning in. I have trespassed spaces, but refrain from walking in. I can feel the golden pixie dust glow, but refrain from flying away with it. I can infer my dreams transforming into reality, but refrain from sleeping tight with it. I...