Four Corners of Solitude

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.

“Free”

He whispers,

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.

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photos: ctto

(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.)

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