On the surface, if you look at it, its nothing. But the feeling persists. Some random stranger, sang to my soul in ways I couldnt explain. I took voyeuristic pleasure in her pain, for I identified with it. All I ever wanted was to be able to rejoice at those words, on the sidelines, quietly.
And now, it has stopped and I feel betrayed for some weird reason. As if, someone stole my voice and is now lost out of my sight. I know its absurd and that its way out of line. This feeling of betrayal.
Wayward as my emotions are, I am quite enjoying the absurdity of it.