I watch as humanity surges below me. Friends, family, and strangers, never looking up or noticing me. I draw lazy swirls in the clouds, wishing that someone, anyone, would see me and reach out for me. If only they could see my loneliness, if only they could understand what I feel. And yet, life goes on. I am missed by few, the object of curiosity for some, but I am an unimportant speck of dust in a great desert. I am the annoying eyelash in the corner of someone's eye; the one that's there, the one that they can't ever really see, the thing they wish would just go away. I will always be the one they barely remember, the faceless companion in the sea of people they once knew, sometime ago. And I have accepted this, for I know it is true: I will never be anyone's number one, for no one sees me that way; I will never be someone's complete and solid rock, because nobody has come to me for that; I will never be significant to anyone, because everyone has the ability to live on without me. I wish they could only see me, but for now, I will continue to swirl my clouds and sing my lonely songs.
Ima be honest, this isn't really fiction. These are my actual thoughts so be careful with my heart and soul feelings right here. I'm trusting you with them, don't make me regret it. I should be finished with a more light-hearted, longer short story sometimes really soon. See ya chickadees :) Peace
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Short Stories
RandomSo when I have writer's block like I am currently experiencing, and I cannot find it within me to write on my actual book, I'm going to start doing short stories from writing prompts that I find on pinterest. Enjoy! :D
