At times I dissipate in the mist of loneliness

Invisible surrounding overladen by haze

Cacophony of unknown voices resonate

Smiling friendly faces appear intermittently​

Soon disappear behind the shadowy clouds

I feel trapped in the moments of twilight

Before the beginning of the darkness

Standing in the middle of a mass

I often feel like a figure without a shadow

An unnoticed and insignificant soul

Wandering lone in a spatial hollow

I feel dead among the innumerable faces

Surviving on this crowded planet

I feel extinct in the world of mechanical friendliness

Where  each step is measured and valued perpetually

I am a little twinkling star lost in the vast galaxy

My gleam obscured by other luminous giants

Eventually the mist of loneliness is unveiled

By my passion for ink which allowed the sunshine

To brighten my dismal days of solitude.