All alone..a page turned one after the other..

Nothing can really make me feel that I am with them. It is a small realisation and consciousness but it has a greater and vast impact more than the atomic bomb. The only difference is that the particle wave of the atomic bomb destroys everything along its way. My small realisation of something creates ideas one after the other. It produces. Nobody likes the idea of being alone. But 90 percent of one's existence is turning the pages that reflect loneliness and only 10 percent of our life time are being spend with `others.' Just walk into something and somebody and the feel is still of something. It is a feel of something but not of somebody. I am all alone now and a page is written one after the other...