It hits you. As if from no where. You are alone. Not good or bad. Just alone.
Forever doomed to watch over the world from a distance. Not friendless or loveless. Just alone. And you know everyone around you feels it at some point or another.
But you have a feeling you are slightly different. Not in a pitiful way. You know you are different because when you share your thoughts or feelings with others - they call you a weirdo in the best case scenario. Usually they just run away. Slowly. As if you are about to do something terrible if you will notice.
And they are not entirely wrong. But you always notice. Usually just before the thought is about to enter their mind.
Because you are so used to it. That is why you hate to let people in. But you always do. As long as there is hope you will always try. Because for a moment. Just one sweet moment.before they know you. You forget yourself. You see yourself through someone else's eyes. And sometimes you like what you see.
But the moment passes and yet again you are alone. With your restless mind....
