This is about an old man longing for some interaction from anyone. Though little does he know that the interaction that does come may not be what he expected....
Some people say that you can choose when to be alone and that the choice is never taken away. They say that even if you feel as though you have got no one, there will be someone, you just may not realise. Others may even say that depression is not the feeling of severe dejection but that it is just a way of getting attention. What if I were to voice my opinions? But then, who would I even tell them to? I was lonely. I had no one. I was just the hollow man.
Imagine a month without connection to the world. A time when there was nobody but you and your lonely thoughts. A time when you yearned for the comfort of another human being. This is what the last month of my life has felt like. I've felt like an outcast in my own family, my own friends, someone on the edge. I have longed for the comfort of another human. Someone who would understand my fumbled thoughts and know how to unravel them. A person who would be able to know where I was going wrong and set me right again. Just someone to talk to. that is how it felt being known as the hollow man.
People didn't realise that even I have emotions, that even I get upset and lonely, that even I just wanted someone there to tell me that everything's fine and that my dear Debbie would be looking down at me, smiling.
