The moment

There sometimes comes a moment when you look at where you are and notice that you're a little bit lonely, but not sure for what, and everything seems to be passing by at a pace that's not something you can or want to catch up to and morning night and afternoon are just phrases that having no real meaning in what you consider a day where it's more light and dark rather than an actual time and every face you see seems sad and lonely too, lost in little worlds alone and afraid to look beyond what is and where they are, right beside you but far away and loneliness and lostness are the only signs on the road