I told my friend that I thought the lights of the city were lonesome. He asked me why I thought that way.
I think this way because:
In those lights I am walking past stores and doors of buildings half of them I'll never enter. However their windows are little stories. A couple in love kissing each other after buying chocolate. A mother crying to send her baby to the ER. A person sitting alone at a cafe waiting for a date. The same lights that all those people passed, you're passing now. In your lonesome. It's quite depressing, or can be. The city, full of people, is quite lonely. You see other passers but you don't engage with them. They are as lonely as you. Maybe it's not the actual lights that cause lonesomeness. Maybe it's your choice to walk them alone. Maybe it's the fact you keep your head low and to yourself when you pass them. Who knows what makes the irony of the city.
All I know for sure is that the lights of it, gleaming and all, are quite lonesome.
