Scribbles
A city is a place where many people are lonesome together.
For about 7 years, I felt as if I lived in a vacuum. I didn’t feel connected to anybody around me. I was the stray thread hanging off the side of a giant spider web, so close yet so far away from the network woven in front of me. The feeling of isolation became a habit that was almost forced onto me. I’m not sure if I was entirely alone - someone once commented that I isolated myself by rejecting every helping hand offered to me - but I was definitely lonely. The difference between expectation and reality was quite vividly visualized before my eyes, though it is difficult to say whose fault it was. For years, this constant disappointment wrapped me in waves of confusion, depression, envy, and jealousy; I’ve cried, yelled, suffered and walked away. I didn’t belong anywhere, or so I felt. All this time, I was waiting for someone to understand me. But, perhaps some people only exist in dreams.
Then came along someone who claimed to understand me. I thought perhaps my wait was finally over. They seemingly easily pinpointed some of my deepest thoughts, to both my fear and my delight. I decided to give them a chance, to see if they were the person I was waiting for. Yet somehow, as time went by, I became more and more lonely again. When everything was in my way, was I really in the wrong lane? Maybe, just maybe, I ran into a bunch of stupid drivers? I blamed them for my misery, and that only caused more misery. Soon, I was on the rollercoaster again, heading straight down for ground zero. I’m not sure how many times was a heart supposed to break, but I’ve lost count on mine. Maybe I wasn’t meant to escape this cyclic fate. Maybe I was destined to be a sacrifice in this set of gears, ground over and over again until I was no more. I lost track of when I became so tired of everything. Sometimes, I miss my distant but stubbornly alive self.
Would you save a drowning girl?