Solitude

Solitude in a world full of people, solitude where so many surround us. Hundreds of faces we pass every day, each one a stranger – like noise behind glass. With thousands of lives our fates intertwine, we brush against shoulders in the crowd – yet through our whole lives we run alone. Solitude where thousands of faces, solitude where words flow without end. So seemingly close, yet always so far – from each other we remain. Solitude. We talk – but we don't listen, we look – but we don't see a thing. We smile at our screens in the darkness, while someone beside us quietly fades. With thousands of lives our fates intertwine, we brush against shoulders in the crowd – yet through our whole lives we run alone. Solitude where thousands of faces, solitude where words flow without end. So seemingly close, yet always so far – from each other we remain. Solitude. When was the last time you truly looked into someone's eyes? When was the last time someone asked – how do you feel? Not through a screen, not through glass – face to face, soul to soul. We walk together, each one alone, we say so much and nothing at all. The same pavement, the same stars above – and between us a quiet abyss. Solitude where thousands of faces, solitude where words flow without end. So seemingly close, yet always so far – from each other we remain. Solitude. Solitude. …Solitude. …still alone…