She walks into the room. The room is filled with people. Looking around in search of a familiar face, as though in search for comfort in the crowd, she is disappointed. The hustle and bustle in the room overwhelms her; she feels a tinge of agitation creeping up her spine. She ignores it. Enjoy yourself, it is suppose to be a fun event, she feels the need to remind herself.

She moves through the throngs of people with great difficulty. It disgusts her, having to dodge flailing hands and large, sudden bursts of laughter. The atmosphere is light, and every one is in a good mood. She does not see any reason for such hype. The frenzied action and buzz around her makes her light headed; she feels her head beginning to spin. Colours. Sounds. People. The scene engulfs her like a Leviathan creature.

She shuffles slightly to a corner, in hope of going unnoticed. Her eyes trail the ground. Time creeps in an unforgivingly slow manner, as though taunting her. The heat from the bodies around her is unbearable, she feels awful. Like a blunt knife moving through lukewarm butter. She checks her phone once more. 7:56. Two minutes has passed. She scowls.

Residing in the small, neglected space she has found for herself, she waits. She watches the scene around her. The sudden wish that she had the ability to camouflage into walls screams in her head. It does not help that no one bothers to acknowledge her. The sense of abject loneliness begins to sweep over her, slowly but surely. Like waters from a broken dam, it seems to wash and invade her system; manifesting in her heart and spreading to her spine, and limbs, and up her neck. She feels as though she was being immersed in a pool of warm water. The water breaches her head and cuts off her air – seemingly; her thoughts are jumbled.

She walks into the room. The room is filled with people. But no one is there.

Just when I'd stopped opening doors
Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours
Making my entrance again with my usual flair
Sure of my lines, no one is there.

She walks into the room. The room is filled with people. Looking around in search of a familiar face, as though in search for comfort in the crowd, she is disappointed. The hustle and bustle in the room overwhelms her; she feels a tinge of agitation creeping up her spine. She ignores it. Enjoy yourself, it is suppose to be a fun event, she feels the need to remind herself.

She moves through the throngs of people with great difficulty. It disgusts her, having to dodge flailing hands and large, sudden bursts of laughter. The atmosphere is light, and every one is in a good mood. She does not see any reason for such hype. The frenzied action and buzz around her makes her light headed; she feels her head beginning to spin. Colours. Sounds. People. The scene engulfs her like a Leviathan creature.

She shuffles slightly to a corner, in hope of going unnoticed. Her eyes trail the ground. Time creeps in an unforgivingly slow manner, as though taunting her. The heat from the bodies around her is unbearable, she feels awful. Like a blunt knife moving through lukewarm butter. She checks her phone once more. 7:56. Two minutes has passed. She scowls.

Residing in the small, neglected space she has found for herself, she waits. She watches the scene around her. The sudden wish that she had the ability to camouflage into walls screams in her head. It does not help that no one bothers to acknowledge her. The sense of abject loneliness begins to sweep over her, slowly but surely. Like waters from a broken dam, it seems to wash and invade her system; manifesting in her heart and spreading to her spine, and limbs, and up her neck. She feels as though she was being immersed in a pool of warm water. The water breaches her head and cuts off her air – seemingly; her thoughts are jumbled.

She walks into the room. The room is filled with people. But no one is there.

Just when I'd stopped opening doors
Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours
Making my entrance again with my usual flair
Sure of my lines, no one is there.