Too Many People but Still Alone
A traveler’s life spent surrounded by many but forever alone

People everywhere and none of them matter. An eternity of faces relentlessly moving at the speed of an angel, heading towards things that make no difference in their lives, hustling to places they don’t want to be, loving people they don’t love, doing work that changes nothing, mindless jobs leaving them young and yet so old.
Hotel bar late at night with new friends I will never see again. Intimate conversations meant to change their world, their relentless need leaving me a tired soul, needing hidden rest, and maybe a long cry from what I have seen.
Years of my life lost in cities not remembered, chasing a dream only I can see. Never alone, yet forever lonely; a weary spirit wandering alone amongst the many, trying to leave my little world better than I found it
A rain drenched day aimlessly walking; nowhere to go, no rush to get there. I can touch so many from my spot against the wall, but the touch of a stranger is a touch of fear, me hiding in the crowds of the young and faceless.
I am an introvert lost in a million people, who just wants to change a few lives and head home. Lonely today, one of many passing you by on the street, heading on in a life I created for myself.
My choice to live lonely, to seek the best part of me I can find, to be forever alone surrounded by so many. I miss the quiet restoration of spirit, healing coming from time with the one I love
Alone is when I am most alive, and alone is never lonely in my heart. I seek quiet minutes spent with a glass in one hand, and the hand I love most in the other, just us alone, life together, needing no one and not missing the world
