The Invention of Colour

I am here.  I am surrounded by those I do not know, those I cannot know.  I remain here with no direction from those who should be here, for they are not.  Alone within a crowd, yet no desire to merge with the others.  Sitting alone as I am alone.  Waiting alone, for those who will not appear.

Silence is the song filling my heart, and nothingness fills my soul.  Every moment is a little more of a disappointment than the last, until there is nowhere left to go, and yet, still it falls.  Deep, deep, deep down, into the murky lack that defines me.

Can you be with no one else around?

Will you be with only yourself to rely on?

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