i am listening to ingrid michaelson. i have long gone forgotten how it is like to be so alone in the night & soak up in the loveliness of the loneliness. probably the only time when i am not with a huge crowd of people, & still feel ironic for being the loneliest soul out there. there are times when i catch sight of people at the corner of my eye & yearn for them to just turn back to give me wordless nods or smiles. i find noise & words too distracting. i dont have much of them these days anyway & i am never sure if i am used to its presence. i wish we could stare at each other every day -- without words.