It's a phenomena that simply cannot be explainned
Im lively...
Im fun...
Im social...
But I see the people...
Their hands on each others shoulders, laughing in free time
playing with each other
I look over and I feel a breeze...
a breeze of warm air as i walk alone...
as the sound of my soles make their noise...
I party...
I dance with them...
With the people I call my people
But in that setting is only where i feel belonged
In alcohol I find solace
solace....
solace?...
a feeling of detatchment
from the world and its confining
an importance to let go
have fun..
to get drunk
to be me..
and later blame my foolish decision on the cannabis
a chance to let go...
from the seclusion
the isolation
I walk alone with my head down
With myself to talk to
whilst I hear the chatter of individuals around me
the boys that have left me
left my social circle,
left me to be alone
whispering in my ear, how much of a liability I am
an accomplice
as they group and barely acknowledge my presence
walk past me
almost invisible
surely... it isnt the height...
I miss the days I laugh
the days I walk with people
hands on my shoulder
people showing their comfort
making me feel important
I miss when I was a kid
And didnt need to have a reason to be alone
i cant explain it....
I just can't
how am I... in the public eye???
yet so alone....
public figure..shouldnt every one want to be around me, or am I just that much of an ick
I need vody
my solace
my healer
my soul repairer
I need to drown myself...
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Solace | Social Isolation
Non-FictionThis piece delves into the complex emotions of social isolation, capturing the internal struggle of being surrounded by others but feeling completely alone. It explores the paradox of being visible yet unnoticed, the longing for connection that neve...
