Soledad's Adrift

Adrift.

That is the word, Soledad decides.

She is adrift in a sea of souls, sometimes pushing her way through all the others to a place she seeks but cannot find, sometimes watching them, sometimes just standing and letting them float past her.....but always alone.

And these others, they wisp past, laughing, talking, but every time she reaches out to them, they slip through her fingers like mist and dreams. Insubstantial.

She wanders on, searching for someone who can see her, for a familiar face she has never seen.

She wasn't a stranger to solitude, but it would be nice, Soledad thinks, to have someone around who is like her, because it gets lonely with all the unseeing souls around, with no one to talk to, or to laugh with.

Still they float past, oblivious, disparate beings.

Soledad walks on, a lone figure amidst strangers, always seeking, always searching...

...Waiting.