28/02/2025 - feeling of lonesomeness

I feel the acid burn as it trails down my cheek, tracing paths of silent sorrow in the dim glow of my empty room. The darkness stretches around me, vast and unyielding, pressing in from all sides. It’s too quiet—so quiet that the silence itself feels deafening, amplifying every thought, every whisper of doubt that festers in my mind.

Loneliness wraps itself around me like an old companion, familiar yet suffocating. And yet, when I step into the world beyond these four walls, surrounded by voices and laughter, the ache doesn’t fade. If anything, it deepens. The presence of others only serves as a cruel reminder of the distance between us, of the invisible wall that separates me from them.

The faces I once knew, the voices I once cherished—where are they now? Those who once welcomed me with warmth, who swore we were bound by something deeper than mere circumstance... They are nothing but echoes now. Shadows of a past that feels more like a dream than a memory. We have drifted, untethered, until the familiarity we once shared eroded into something unrecognizable.

And so, we are strangers once again.