I rarely converse with people these days. When I’m questioned, I reply with one word answers. There isn’t anything to talk about or maybe no one to talk to.
And the worst of it all is, I was never this way. Never. I liked going out meeting people and most of all talking. I used to talk so much back then. So much so, that my friends started saying I’m very influential.
But as time passed, moments of silence turned into hours of silence. From someone who had no walls protecting her to someone who has walls that get higher as moments pass.
When my friends are out there partying and meeting new people, I’m alone with my thoughts and books. I find comfort in reading. Two years ago, if someone would have asked me what my favourite novel is, I’d tell them I don’t read. And now, I like the world of fiction more than reality.
Maybe just as the seasons change, I might become a different person again but that’s for the future to tell.