ALONE IN A DESERT OF
PEOPLE
The lone wolf.
This is what I am.
Six billions of people on this planet.
And I feel lonely.
You can say my family, my little brother, my
friends are all my life.
I guess you're right.
But why do I feel so empty?
My music helps me, but when I play my heart out
I realize that nothing has changed.
People always frightened me.
So many faces, strangers' faces; so many empty
smiles, so many icy looks.
One day I lost myself in them.
I was alone in that desert of people.
Grey clouds surrounded me.
Someone grabbed me. Took me away. Away from the
grey clouds, in the darkness. Cold and unwanted darkness.
I wanted to feel the sun on my cheeks again, to
feel the warmth on my skin, the light in my eyes.
But there was nothing except unnaturally
darkness, and cold; it was so cold…so cold…
They found me next morning, cold, used and
alone. I had being left again.
I hated being alone.
On that icy glares I saw pity and compassion.
I hated their pity.
I hated them for making me being frightened by
them now.
And this is my story.
I now isolate myself by them, by all.
They can't hurt me now.
I'm with myself.
But myself isn't as much powerful as I thought.
I'm surrounded by them, by the crowd.
But they aren't with me. I'm still alone.
Their faces are as grey as ever.
Nobody can feel the black loneliness in my
heart. They try but they simply can't.
They can't feel the desert I'm walking in. A
desert made of grey faces.
And I'm alone in a desert of people.
Huriko= Poor Yama ;_; poor, poor Yama. I wish I
could help him…listen to me, it's better you didn't try Why? 'cause
you'd make the situation worse I think I should take another helper…you're
lucky you've found me, 'coz nobody would work with you And I ask myself
why I keep writing angst -_-
