Alone
I am here.
Alone.
Engulfed by the masses, a sea of blissful ignorance.
Yet still,
Alone.
It is so loud.
So very loud...
Almost too loud.
Too loud to comprehend,
Too loud to distinguish.
I scan the room and take in their faces.
Each so different, each so unique.
I smile to myself, wondering what they're all like.
Maybe they're like me.
Maybe they're lonely too.
I wonder if we all could ever become fr-
Ring.
The bell.
It chimes and they stand.
The clamoring, jostling, and jingling of loose articles prevades the air.
Onward they press, going about their business.
And now, I am Alone once more.
But this time is different.
This time, there is Silence.
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