Lonely in a Crowd

She walks ahead with her head down, not knowing what to think. She’s had a long day so far, but the day has not been fruitful or productive. She’s tired – not of working but the lack of. Today was no different from the others, she knows tomorrow isn’t going to be either. And really, the time has come for things to be different. It has come for quite some time now, but it has started getting to her and she only decided this morning to actually do something about it.

There are people around her and the street is crowded (it is, after all, the middle of the afternoon), but she can barely hear them. Being alone in a crowd is not a new concept for her. People have stopped making any kind of sense to her for a while now – she doesn’t understand where half of them come from and she doesn’t want to either. She likes the solitude, and is many a time thankful to it. She prefers being this way, and can be quite emotionally detached from people and situations, even the ones that matter. This last point is the thing that worries her most out of the others that are mentioned. She ponders over it, not for the first time, and as usual comes up with no concrete explanation or solution. She shrugs to herself (another sign of detachment to a matter of concern) because all she can do is hope that this time is different from the others. It has been so far, but she hopes with every fiber of her being anyway.