I live in a world of ghosts.
I used to be surrounded by people, crowds so big you could barely force you way through. Traffic so heavy you would be late for school unless you made sure to leave as early as possible.
People as far as the eye could see.
I didn’t notice at first.
Days passing by, stuck in a routine that sometimes just felt like a constant repeat. Pass by the same buildings, the same stores. Wave to the people you recognize enough to be familiar with. Nod to those you have seen before but neither of you know the other’s name.
A life of existence.
I first really paid it any mind the day I waved to nobody.
I froze for just a moment. I was staring right ahead, looking at an empty spot on the street. I was waving as if I had just caught sight of an old friend. No one around me paid it any mind. As if they didn’t notice or just didn’t care.
I moved on, shrugging it off. How odd.
Then I did the same thing the next day.
Waving to an empty spot in the crowd