Walking... (A peice i wrote a while ago)

Walking in a world of a thousand people makes me feel alone. The more i feel alone the more i depart, from life, friends and love. The more words triumph over swords in the struggle to be my shield-my shield from danger. I am but one face in a million, but hopefully one day this face will stand out. This face will have a dream. This face will live. Because at this age that isn’t possible. We long for a life we don’t have, rarely having glances of it. Creating wants which will later turn into needs. At this age the world isn’t our oyster but our keeper. We must obide by its rules, until we are old enough to break them. Walking down a street of a thousand people makes me feel alone. Living by the rules makes me feel under-rated. But at this age, and in this place, I seem to think that is best. I will shine one day, but to tell you the truth, i am scared i won’t. And when i think of this, the thousand people turn into one. The rules turn into one sentence. The face is safety. And i hear him say those words, the ones so true.

“You will shine one day.”

I turn and reply

“I don’t want to if you’re not there.”