big big world

I have been hanging out with the crowd for too long,

I had since forgotten what it feels like to be on my own...

to be away from others,

to lose sight of myself in the middle of the streets,

to hear my own breathing, heartbeat and deep sighing,

to feel my own lonely existence with no contact with the outside world.

It is almost like I'm all alone in a foreign country. Yet feeling even more strange, lost and unfamiliar. How weird it it to feel that way right in a place we knew and called our home.

To feel so distant from those things you thought to be the dearest to you.


I have always been alone.


Feeling so small in a world so big.


In the Jukebox: Big Big World by Emilia