I Express Myself Through Writing

We had been together for almost two months. I thought she could be my game changer, based mostly on the fact she was older than me. I would come to learn that age doesn't make you an adult (a man or woman respectively). But we ended up fighting over nothing, as is usual and perhaps even typical of a person who can't see past their demons.

After we had our heated debate I took a little drive out to the local super market. It was silent inside of the car. I swear I couldn't even hear the sound of my tires running along the road, or even the wisps of wind from cars passing by. I wasn't sure if I had removed myself from everything or if it was the other way around, but I didn't put much thought into either.

I put in my headphones and finally allowed sound to enter my thoughts. The pulsing beats hummed gently into my ears as I allowed the rhythm take me wherever it wanted. I became angry for being used by this woman in one song, then sad for the failure and loss in another. Another song allowed me to feel happy for being alive then finally I felt alive.

It was at this point I started to notice all of the other people around me. One by one they all came back into existence and I felt strangely connected to all of these strangers. It was here I realized that no matter how far away you feel from everyone, once you open your eyes you're never actually alone.