Lost in the world I always have been. At home, at the parties, sometimes even alone. "Alone" was momentary, but soon became a nickname and then a routine, but then there was a little metamorphosis and "alone" turned into "loneliness" that brought with it anxiety, where today I fight an unfair war of 2 against 1.
It's natural. People arrive, you roll up, and when no one else looks, you disappear.
In a group of people, you just listen. They all talk, and you just look and listen as if your life never fits into the conversation. Sad feeling that earned my life. Sad life that has become routine. Sad is my life that makes me live in a lie and lie to maybe one day fit in this thing of life.
They say that one day you will look behind and see the reason for so much suffering. The question is, when will this day come? To make my life go back to when I was a child, where my only concerns were few and simple, and my only pain was my grated knee and not a broken and racing heart.
