perhaps it is my personality, my nature or character of sorts,
that i've always felt like I've never been able to hold on to any 'close' friends in real life.

but this isn't a journal on loneliness and self pity.

I took a stroll last night in the city, where the sights and sounds were magnificent and the people dressed glamorously.

Then I looked up at the skies to see the crescent moon and stars that laid thousands and millions of lightyears away.
They were the same skies I'd see in my childhood back in the country side.

Life is not so different as it was back then, and yet, it feels so different in so many ways.

I'm always going to appear deep in thoughts to others, when in reality, i'm just empty.

I took a step back and 2 more forward.
Because there is nowhere else to go but to go on.