This is what my loneliness feels like today.
You feed yourself with senses unfelt by others. They’re as lonely as you are and feel the need to gossip. They come, sit nicely, beg for a drop of caffeine and maybe share a last thought of reconciliation with you. You hide between human responsibilities and turn your gaze towards your meaningful loneliness. You start to adapt to a perfect row, formed by them, the people outside of you, stopping at each corner, hypnotized by the red or green lights. Sometimes, your eardrums explode and you can see them, playfully running around you. You smile facing the impossibility of following them and continue to go on your imbecilic way. They turn your breath into a dust of vengeance and finally kill you…dead and alone, you caress your anger and run, embracing that lonely feeling, that new but comfortable feeling. They’re waiting for you to feel like gossiping, laughing and offering a drop of caffeine if only you would sit with them.