There were so many of them, like a tidal wave teeming with all their individual narratives, each one of them the cavalier main character. They were then, as they had always felt, like a supporting character. There was an abundance of those who wanted to hear their mind, but only in how it attributed to them. It had become rare for inquiries to be made with devotion being the incentive. Most of the time, this mattered not to them. They customarily felt gratitude for the gift of being an assumed guide, but lately it felt as though their center of gravity had begun to falter. With so few to keep her grounded, many of which so many miles away, they often contemplated whether or not they would just up and float away.
“surely not,” they would remind themself. For someone who feels the abundance of reality could never posses the weightlessness it would require to ascend.