My heart slackened its pace.

1. Failed to overcome the barriers of silence. Vacancy of small talks means Isolation from nearby humans.

2. Night lights are deceptive. They gleamed like they could salvage troubled souls.
Such splendour would die young, though, while sorrows perpetuate.

3. Enormous is the world, in which small is the number of people who get me.

What's worse, only when I raise my hand to the sun do I see them hidden far away behind my opened palm, and start to wonder where to find 'em all. Again.

In a world so enormous.