Author's Note: This is a very ironic version of what could happen when one becomes isolated from the rest of the world, yet remains in the vicinity of the public
You're there, but you're not. You experience it, but nobody asks for your opinion. You watch from a distance it seems, for you're part of the event but don't play a roll. You make up the scenery, the back round, the faceless pedestrian. People sense your presence, yet they cease to acknowledge it. People don't know the real you. Not many understand you. Only your friends. You find solace in solitude. You are wallpaper.
I like how you took something as random as wallpaper and related it to us. There was a sense of pardox in this entry and it helped set the scene. Great job. :)
ReplyDeleteThat was kind of sad but still it was good. Like Taylor said I like how you compared us to something like wallpaper. Good job!
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