Alone in a Roomful

We all tell stories. And each story tells a bit a bit about us. Each story becomes part of our story in its own way. We all want our stories to be heard. We all want someone to care. We want to to tell. We just want one person, one person, to care enough to listen. Or have that one person want to share their story with ours. We as humans are not meant to live alone, and yet we always are. Alone in a roomful of people. Sometimes when we're lucky we find someone who breaks through that bubble and they allow us to live. For a moment we can taste fresh air. But it's not long until we wait for them to leave. Because we can't trust that they'll stay.