"A brief smile as you pass someone by, a quick hello to a remembered
face, instantly forgotten among the masses. An innocent conversation
with an old friend or colleague, who desperately tries to remember who
the other person is they are talking to. Inherently, people are always
alone and part of the mass at one time. In the memories of others, they
are one face among a sea of them, not standing out in the least. In the
mind if that person though, it is just them, a single solitary person
who feels that they would be remembered by someone. No matter what that
person is doing or who they are with, they become lonely, because there
is no other person in the world who can directly compare with their
experiences, goals, and emotions. In the end, it's just one person,
alone in bed, thinking of all the other masses out there, who are all
doing the exact same thing, and wishing there was someone else there
they could relate to."
Sometimes all you want to do is be alone. Away from reality. Sometimes it's the only place I really feel at home.
Emmy xx



