Oblivious

Walk till you find a street where your loneliness is most vibrant. 

Watch the mind of a young soul eagerly grasp all her surroundings with a curiosity you long for. 

Sit on a unusually clean footpath for its lack of usage and watch the people watch you back for its such an oddity to be on your own in a street where one sees only familiar people in a rush to go back to their un/bearingly familiar households and families. 

And in all of this let your angst and anxiety assimilate into the accustomable atmosphere. 

Question: should I be proud that I can deal with my inner unsettlement on my own or should I pity how alone I must be to wander streets of a city I once called home to be lost and not found ?