Isolated souls in a social illusion..

Standing on the rooftop of an enormous building, you can see below at the city lights. You can hear the horn from cars bustling up and down the highway. So many people around, some might say its claustrophobic down there. But you know its a lone world- you are as alienated down there among the traffic and the crowd as you are up here among the pigeons. They don't understand you, they just might take notice of you - only for a moment.
However, in that fleeting nanosecond, you feel an elation rise in your chest to take the form of hope- maybe there will be someone who will understand, who will like to spend some time with you without challenging your ways. In front of whom you can be yourself.
But you have to snap out of your illusion, even though it almost gives a purpose to your living- it is not to be.

Heck, they are all pigeons, after all.