Bottom Of The Bridge ( Compilation of Proses )

xvi.

I'm here in the middle of nowhere. Not knowing where to go or when to start walking. Everyone has someone, I have no one. I'm lost, in the sea of communication. Trying to fit in, trying to stick to their narratives. I wonder what they thought about me. Will tgey think I'm weird? Would they hate me for being me?

I thought a long time ago, that I don't care about what people might say. I start not to care--or maybe I'm just trying to. It was just a test where I failed. I'm still stuck in the middle, being the no one wanting to be someone. I wonder when is my time or my time already passed?

Maybe everything just overwhelms me, but I never changed. I just became more stronger but not deeper nor further.

Mediocre
- Pinken