Lament of the Outsider
A shame I never got to see the world before it ended. I always dreamt of one day visiting the beautiful Côte d'Azur or the sprawling metropolis of Tokyo. But alas, all of that is gone now. Its book closed.
I was always on the outside looking in. I grew to have an appreciation and romanticization of what most would consider the simplest and most mundane of things. Media was the window to which I could see the world. See; but never participate. Never experience. I wanted to be a character in a story. I wanted to embark on adventures. I wanted to be in a place and just take it in. To be with friends and lovers. To influence the world from within. But I never got the chance to live that story.
Instead, I’m condemned to wander this library outside reality. Cherishing the diverse expanse of stories with a sadness in my heart. Coveting the lives I could never have.
This is the only story I have.