City of the Lonely

The city was bustling with people like it always was, and yet I still felt alone. These days it seemed like I always felt alone. Funny thing, to feel such a thing when I was constantly surrounded by people. It wasn’t like I didn’t have friends either. In fact I was just walking back from a party the night before. Yet, I couldn’t shake the loneliness that fell on me like a heavy blanket you wear when its below zero.

I kept my hood up as I walked through the gate to reach the underground. People were everywhere, and so no one noticed me slip through without paying. I did this everyday and yet no one noticed me. Either I was really good at it, or had finally reached that level where I could turn invisible.

Boarding a random train, I’m not really sure which one, I sat down in a seat towards the back of the car. I leaned my head against the window and stared blankly. My mind was both in chaos and completely blank. Its how things usually went, I suppose.