i think im getting used to this

the slight awkwardness of being alone in a crowd

watching, as people gather

to talk, laugh, be merry

retreating into a corner

a seeming nonchalance and aloofness

but yet wanting, very much, to have someone to talk to

yet it's not that bad, really. it means i can be very quiet, the silence in my head at odds with the incessant buzz. and i listen, and i don't think. i just wander.

i'm a little uncertain, and it must show. on my face, in the steps i take.. to and then away, and then back again. where should i go? what am i looking for?

i'm still searching.