There he stands surrounded by people.
There he stands talking; joking; laughing.
There he stands, feeling more alone than ever.
There he stands surrounded by people.
There he stands talking; joking; laughing.
There he stands, feeling more alone than ever.
Want to buy me a drink?
Imagine that we were chatting over a hot beverage and what you're reading was being spoken instead of written. You are not a reader. You are my friend. Now, will you be interested to buy me a drink?
$3.00
That’s the thing about loneliness, you know? It doesn’t matter that on the outside someone looks happy. You can never tell.
It’s what’s on the inside that matters; and what goes on in the inside, being so personal, is almost never shared with anyone else.
I was just thinking about this the other day, while chatting with friends. The talk was all superficial, you know what I mean?
All “you heard about…” or “you know about…”?
I had suddenly wanted to get away from it all; to disappear. But I couldn’t. I felt horrible inside.
And yet, there I was…
laughing.