All this time, years passed and I felt as if I had always stood alone.
I could be in a crowded room, surronded by people and the only voice I could hear talking back to me was my own echo.
Echoing thoughts replaying over and over in my head.
Alone, I told myself, that is what you are.
But years have passed and although those echos are still my only friend, I have learned to embrace the loneliness.
Stand in the middle of Times Square, watcing all the couples and families pass me by, I breath in the air and look to the sky.
Perfect, I tell myself, that is what you are.
I take a step forward, confident and unashamed of my echos.