*blink*

Walking through the mall --- Cellphones are everywhere yet there's no one to call. The place looks busy but you know nobody's buying. Why then is there a rush?

You look around to try to recognize a familiar face, yet sadly there is none. How bizaare it is to call this place home but you know no one. You are the outsider. You see things from an observer's view, and you can do nothing but sigh.

Dinner with a good friend. He provides the familiarity you seek (aside from family of course) and you welcome the settling calm. The conversation is a bit clumsy, but you don't feel any unease. The company you seek is here. How you wish everything is as simple as his progression in life. Then again, nothing is simple.

Hush, your mind reprimands. Of course it is. All you need is direction. Somebody give me a clue.

The night beckons you to be imaginative. You try and try but you end up short. What is it about provincial air that makes you think twice about things?

Unless you get out, you will become a statistic. Welcome to the land of stereotypes, where creativity is nil and your imagination runs dry.