I am controlling these emotions, or at least trying to. There is a room full of people around me, voices echoing, laughter rising. Yet, I am alone. I am a stranger in this crowd. Everyone is lost in the rhythm of their own lives, in their own happiness and sorrows, while I seem lost within myself.
I am in the middle of an ocean, tossed among the waves. Breathing becomes harder, the weight of the water filling my lungs crushes me. As I see everyone near the shore, I keep being pulled deeper and deeper.
My eyes search for someone, a voice, a touch, a sign to pull me out of this loneliness. But I can't find any. There is an emptiness in my heart, like an abyss where everything has lost its meaning. Every step, every thought leads me further into the depths.
On the surface, there are smiling faces, cheerful conversations. But I am lost in the echo of my inner silence. As the cold hands of melancholy grip my soul, no matter what I do, I can't escape this darkness.
Perhaps it is impossible to control these emotions. Perhaps loneliness is so profound that it can be felt even in a crowd. And perhaps drowning in this ocean is a way of facing the truth. Whatever the case, I am a lost traveler in this sea of emotions, searching for a way out.
