When did we end up being the lonely ones?
Constantly surrounded by hundreds of people, fleeing through our senses
Yet leaving nothing but trivial impressions behind
We find ourselves restlessly captured in the wilderness,
desperately trying to suppress our affiliation need
However, despite our persistent attempts of capturing a single gap of sky in this obscure madness
I still sit here alone at night,
shedding my lonely and trivial thoughts on a solitary piece of paper
Al though,
the world is just a simple click away
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 4:37 PM UTC
When did we end up being the lonely ones?
Constantly surrounded by hundreds of people, fleeing through our senses
Yet leaving nothing but trivial impressions behind
We find ourselves restlessly captured in the wilderness,
desperately trying to suppress our affiliation need
However, despite our persistent attempts of capturing a single gap of sky in this obscure madness
I still sit here alone at night,
shedding my lonely and trivial thoughts on a solitary piece of paper
Al though,
the world is just a simple click away
