Is there someone out there?

Winnie said, don't tell me you don't feel lonely in HK, anyone says no, I will get mad with u!!

Yes, we are, out of home, and out of mind sometimes.

The first time I sensed it was on the tram. It was so slow and patient that the only thing you could do is looking out of the window while the wind blowing your hair. DING DING, one stop, DING DING, another. It seemed like the journey on the lane would never end, it seemed time grows slower and slower, and the next second it will stop.

All stops. But me. I looked around, the movement of light froze in the air. I saw a middle-aged man sitting in the front of the tram, with a typical Mediterranean Head. His back to me, I took a picuture of him and named it TIME.

I only need someone to talk to, with a topic callded silence. Sitting somewhere, standing somewhere, lying somewhere.
Quiet. But we do talk. Time vanishes. I don't know how long it takes. And then I feel better.
Thank you for talking to me. I smile, from my heart. And we depart, get on our feet. Time goes back, and we continue the path, alone.

U may ask, when is the next time for talk? I don't know, it depends how empty this city is. But if u feel like talking, any time.

I prefer a company this way. Is there anyone out there who would talk to me like that, without asking me for contributing my freedom and independance as payment? I know I am selfish, always be, but I am willing to talk at any time when needed. Does it count? And therefore I don't need to ask for more. All I need is to talk, and just sometimes.

I found out I was still on the tram. I clicked my fingers and time moved on again. I like walking long distance despite my aching feet with my high-heel shoes but that's the way I feel I am doing sth, moving on on my own; I like sitting on the tram despite a waste of time but that's the way I feel the breeze and I know I am living and breathing.

This city is out of home, and always out of mind. It needs someone out there to talk to and feel better, don't u?
And I am always there, listening, nodding, and then smile, wiping your tears. COMFORT.

Show me the meaning of being lonely? No, thanks. Please show me the meaning of NOT being lonely.
Sometimes. Like...NOW.