The more i closely see people ,I wonder how far someone can go to hide their loneliness ..
The more I step into the inner circle ,I imagine the void that fills their nights ..
The more I walk into the smog of people ,I bump into the fleeting of a human they are ..
The more I try and reach ,the more I find their comfort in being alone ..
Then I wonder ..
Afterall is everyone just by themselves in this world?
Came alone ,
hide in the shell of being a human with a purpose and then just chip away part by part without crying out loud to finally just rest their soul in an unknown grave surrounded by other souls .. each in their own world of only themselves ..