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Alone in a quiet little town

I opened this page to start writing. Because I am alone, I am lonely, no one knows nor reads this. There are words that so much echo in my heart but no one understands neither do they hear.

I live in a small town at the end of a the railway line. I am the only one of my kind, in color, in language and in culture. The place is full of rice-fields, cyclists and is very peaceful.

I have very little of what some might call friends, here we are more of just acquittances. We meet when we need to and we go home to forget about everyone. 

Its hard to have any kind of relationship with the odds stacked up as it is, so what will I do? Will I ever smile and hold someone's hand without worrying what (s)he battles in with the community.

I want to have a life. A meaningful one. I want to have the peace and comfort I would have had while at home, but sadly I'm in a foreign land. Then they don't know this when they see me, but I am lonely and I need a friend. I need my girl. I need Lee.


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