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These are two shorter (but in my opinion much better) pieces I wrote during my stay in Jordan. Enjoy.



A crowd. A surge of people. A flood of souls unknown to each other. Amidst all these people, all feel alone. Each rushes to their own destination, their own dark corner in life. They all look ahead, as if there was nobody there but them. They are emotionless. Oblivious to the commotion outside of their empty bubbles. Those who do realise there are others around are shy, embarrassed somehow by a quickly disappearing chain that links us all together. And they pretend they cannot see.
But I feel desperate to reach out. To call out. To share something, anything, with someone. I long to have a connection, a bond with one person, outof all these people, just one. A nod would at the least be acceptable, a knowing glimpse would be more than I expected, a smile sheer ecstacy.
In this crowd I am alone. I scream for company, but no one listens.

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I sit alone, tired from the previous night's tedious yet pleasing endevours. Drowned in drowsiness, I sit lazily, passively taking in my surroundings, letting my mind wander to dreams of yesterday and fantasies of the future. This lonliness, though relaxing, I hate. I rest my head on my hand and I close my eyes, enveloping myself in darkness. I see you walk through the door, that all knowing smile of yours spread widely across your face. You come to where I am sitting, and you take my hand, issing it lightly while you take you seat next to me. You sigh, and I know what you are going to say because I am sorry too. Sorry we couldn't make much out of this. You look up at me again after your moment of deep thought, and you get up and leave. Then I open my eyes and I look out the window at the setting sun.

Please read the previous post and comment too. All sorts of criticism is

"Goodbye. Have fun tomorrow." It's surprisingly funny how four words, a smile, and a handshake can make you feel.