Your Eyes Open

There's something about...
...this library...

It isn't silent - not at all...in fact, there's a heavy bustle of bewildered students shuffling up down the rows of computers. No one's completely silent - the boy at the end of one row is munching on crisps, the girl next to me is on her mobile and I'm, well, tapping my feet to the beats of Keane's "Your Eyes Open".

It's a lonely road that you have chosen...

I guess that's what's weird about this library - you're surrounded by people and even if you're absorbed in your work you are constantly reminded by the occasional clinks of pens and the constant white-noise of muffled voices. Nowhere's silent here.

It's a lonely place that you have run to...

Despite the people around you, you still feel lonely. Actually, it feels even lonelier than being on your own in your darkened box room. It could be because you're forced to sit at your seat and focus on your assignment. But it might also be the fact that, despite all the people who were in the library with you, not a single one of them is a familiar face - everyone's a stranger, nobody's a friend - and the shoulder you once could lean on, is nothing but a desire which floats aimlessly at the back of your mind. Now, all you have in the forefront is a computer screen which shines eerily in the darkened library as night approaches and everyone goes home.

Till the moment your eyes open and you know...

And suddenly, you realise that you're truly alone...