It is that feeling one gets when they wake up at 3 a.m. on a Saturday; moonlight filtering through the window and confusion settling like dust; loneliness running them over like a 16-wheeler. It is the feeling that holds their hand on the walk home, whispering about how everything is wrong. It is the feeling that drapes across one’s shoulders when they sit with friends, watching their companions laugh and talk excitedly, only to realise 20 minutes have passed and no one has brought them into the conversation yet. It is the dread that floats through one’s room in grayscale swirls. The dread that reminds their tired eyes it is midnight and there is school in the morning. Another day for them to spend walking hand in hand with this feeling, growing
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She has wild hair that’s never a natural color for long because the allure of blue pulls her in. Her eyes are a brown and green galaxy no one ever sees because of hooded lids and square glasses. And often these galaxies are red-rimmed because she cries often (mostly because of dogs and how proud her friends make her). She has shaky hands and a bouncy knee, but her smile is always steady and strong. And she has the dumbest laugh and struggles with talking without verbal typos; it never fails to brighten the mood of those around her. But like Jay Gatsby and Hester Prynne and Nick Carraway and Arthur Dimmesdale and Daisy Buchanan and so, so many other real and fictional people, she too is stuck in this cube. And she is …show more content…
Isolation is sitting under a tree and reading, long after being blown off by “friends”. Isolation is… “On the outskirts of town...but not in close vicinity to any other habitation…” (Hawthorne 5.4). Isolation is all these things and more. But, isolation is not depression. Isolation is not anxiety. It is not hate or anger or happiness or love. Isolation just is. And with this knowledge; with this idea, take a moment to look around. Take one moment to view surroundings that are different for so many. Look at these surroundings, look at all the astounding people that are spread across this blue and green sphere; and decide to help maybe just one person escape their cube. They could be cold and self-involved. They could be bright as day or dark as night, and they could always be looking for a way to break out of their
She has wild hair that’s never a natural color for long because the allure of blue pulls her in. Her eyes are a brown and green galaxy no one ever sees because of hooded lids and square glasses. And often these galaxies are red-rimmed because she cries often (mostly because of dogs and how proud her friends make her). She has shaky hands and a bouncy knee, but her smile is always steady and strong. And she has the dumbest laugh and struggles with talking without verbal typos; it never fails to brighten the mood of those around her. But like Jay Gatsby and Hester Prynne and Nick Carraway and Arthur Dimmesdale and Daisy Buchanan and so, so many other real and fictional people, she too is stuck in this cube. And she is …show more content…
Isolation is sitting under a tree and reading, long after being blown off by “friends”. Isolation is… “On the outskirts of town...but not in close vicinity to any other habitation…” (Hawthorne 5.4). Isolation is all these things and more. But, isolation is not depression. Isolation is not anxiety. It is not hate or anger or happiness or love. Isolation just is. And with this knowledge; with this idea, take a moment to look around. Take one moment to view surroundings that are different for so many. Look at these surroundings, look at all the astounding people that are spread across this blue and green sphere; and decide to help maybe just one person escape their cube. They could be cold and self-involved. They could be bright as day or dark as night, and they could always be looking for a way to break out of their