A story - of my life?

She was lonely, alone with only memories in the huge river of life, only spoke to the shadow of an old haunted house.

Alone, in all that water surrounding her (or him?) and with all those others living in groups, meeting each other, speaking to each other in whatever languages.

So beautiful all around, but no one to communicate with.

Life seemed beautiful but very lonely.

Suddenly, a boat approaches. She goes happy to meet the people in it.

They look at each other, admire each other. They even seem to speak.
For a short moment.



Then they go there way disapearing under the bridge.

It was not this time.

Perhaps, it will be the next?