Semblance

One of the first drawings that we learn as a kid is that of a family and then friends...there are people...everyone is together and happy...as a kid it symbolized an idea of what warmth would be like...over the years the picture has become real, the idea has taken shape...but the warmth still eludes us...what kind of a world is it where the more people we come to know, the more lonely we get? Have we just become a symbol in each other's lives? A constant that is necessary to maintain this delicate balance? Everywhere I see things just seem to be unravelling...how much time do we have before everything falls apart?

Am I alone in feeling like this or is a vacuum swallowing all of us? Maybe we are chasing a spotlight outside to kill the darkness within...Isn't it ironic that the fear of being the only one prevents us from accepting that we are lonely...and seeking compassion...exactly how far are we willing to go to maintain this semblance of harmony?