My midjourney art
The house is silent and dark all day. I sit by the window and watch the street scene at night, watching people's movements; people are constantly passing by. And I wonder where they are going all the time? Do they visit their loved ones or friends? Why do they withhold a smile and brush away tears, thinking it is unseen?
There is no shortage of people in this city; there are many. I don't know exactly how many, but probably hundreds and thousands. The house I am in is too old but strong, a traditional, hereditary house that is why it is old. It was the most prominent house in the area, the largest home at one time, in a time when these things mattered. The people of this city have a hectic day; they run here and there during the day and keep working. But at night, their intentions are different, out in search of entertainment, thinking their smile is real, but not knowing that it turns hollow instantly. People in this city dream big about their families, build apartments in high-rise buildings and worry about their children. No one cares about the future, not even tomorrow. They fear the neighbours. Some spend the evening time online while others work at home to reduce tomorrow's busyness.
But the strange thing is, they say my house looks lonely and lonely. But loneliness can be a state of mind. You can keep yourself happy in solitude or walk in a crowd feeling isolated. Hundreds of people outside the house, but is anyone looking at each other? Do they really care about anyone other than themselves? You are the only person on the planet living like this.
I have experience because I've been there. Life gets messy at some point, gotta admit it; getting stuck in, there can't be the end of a life battle. You can only depend on yourself from start to finish and no one else. A partner or close friend who claims to love you, care for you today, will one day ignore you on the street, not recognize you. Your family members will drift away for an unspecified time, occasionally call, and check in but mostly forget you; all there is for you.
My house is a lonely dwelling; I am alone. I know how it feels; it's a pain that can last; it's a hunger that never goes away. No one rings the house bell; no one calls whether I am in the room, no one calls. The sound of the wind coming through the alley in this big house reminds me of how alone I am.
