Sitting in the window, of a coffee shop I feel like the only real person in a sea of shadows, passing me on the

street outside like reflections, the unknown beyond my little world where I sit alone. But there is a man in front of me, eyes fixed to his computer screen, a girl in a flowered dress serving iced coffee in high heels, I can see that they are living, breathing, but within my seclusion I can hear only my breath, I can feel only my own heartbeat, pounding awkwardly in my growling stomach. I want to reach them, I want them to see that I too am alive in this moment, that we are occupying the same space and breathing the same air. We are so similar, but between us there is an emptiness that pulsates and whispers in our ears, "you are on your own".