Arena

Hundreds of people all willing to connect because of some harmonious vibrations. Me, alone against them, held in place against them, with no will to interact with them. I can feel the vibrations reaching me and dying inside of me as if were some sort of earth wire in a plug.
I observe the happening from where I am, where time stands still as in the eye of the storm: I'm right in the center of it but it feels as foreign as if I were standing outside.
People as a stream flowing along the vibrations, moving past me anchored as a rock in the middle of their feverish communion.

Submerged by loneliness, I drag my empty shell through the drain.

Back in the privacy of my void, I feel one again.


Your turn: Show me a perfect day in a perfect world.