Silhouette



Everyday we pass new people, we meet new faces. Some of these become people we know. Some of these people we know become people we know well. Sadly, that's where it ends. In this world of residual recognitions and hellogoodbyes, who really knows what sort of impression really lasts. It must be awkward travelling through the boundlessness of space on an oversized rock at speeds of 1 orbital/365 days with a bunch of people you don't really know. Who would have thought that the faces of some could tell so much less than their retreating backs. A faceless world. A world of strangers. A world of silhouettes.

Before you start riding on such undertones of depression though, realise that it's not something that can't be helped, and Sherwood put it best.

All of the ways that I have tried to understand,
Have taken me further from the place that I had planned,
And maybe the reason I have strayed so far from home,
Is I have insisted upon traveling alone.

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