Words by: CJ Sanchez
I found the place where I’m really belong. It’s here, in the dark and obscure room. It was cozy. I, myself couldn’t see my own reflection.
I wasn’t depressed, I was just sad.
Probably the loneliest and saddest person you’ve ever met.
But I didn’t regret anything in my life.
I’m lost in my own world, in my own thoughts, in my own emotions. I don’t know if I’m dreaming, or maybe it’s just a beautiful nightmare.
I forgot to spell my own name. I lost myself for so long. I couldn’t find myself.
What do you think is this all about? A cheesy love story again? A mainstream romance? No, it is not.
It’s just all about the guy whom I met when I was lying in the four corners of solitude.
I can see his tears. I can see how lonely he was. Life must be hard for him. He was living in misery. Just like me.
I stared at him for a couple of minutes. He too, was lying. We were facing each other, and still the tears are cascading through his eyes. He’s unfathomable, just like a deep, dark void.
“I don’t want this anymore”
He looks forlorn and crestfallen. I must help him but I can’t.
I smiled at him and he smiled at me too.
He’s the only person who can understand me, and I’m the only person who can understand him.
I was about to touch the guy but it feels so hard. It was a massive mirror, and I can now see my reflection through it.
I’ve realized that the guy who’s alone and sad in the four corners of solitude is me.
(You are probably confused why those pictures that I’ve used are mostly a girl but the antecedent is “he.” Just so you know, these pictures somehow portray life in the four corners of solitude.)