I am an individual lost in a sea of others.
Every day I rise to filter in-between
classes of few and many,
searching for a sense of understanding or belonging.
I am an individual lost in a sea of others.
The hometown I left behind has little
memory of me
except for those whom I call family.
The friends,
for which I have few
carry only remnants of what I was when I
left high school and see
only snapshots of life as they
scroll through social media.
I am an individual lost in a sea of others.
I pass by different people each waking moment of
my life and each one of them cares
not
but for the occasional passing smile filled
with empty courtesy
leaving me helpless but to awkwardly return it.
I am an individual lost in a sea of others.
Or so I believe.
Or so I believe
until one day someone comes along and tells me that they miss me.
Or so I believe
until one day someone comes along and tells me that they need me.
Or so I believe
until one day someone comes along and tells me that they love me.
I am an individual lost in a sea of others.
But maybe one day I will
wash ashore and
find that someone else is as
lost as I.
I am an individual lost in a sea of others.
But soon,
I will find my way home.