This is the gloomiest piece I may ever post out here.
As I admit to myself…
Yes, I am lonely.
To a certain degree, I am…lonely.
I guess there are times that it can’t be helped. That feeling of missing something-whether it be a person, or something inside of you, something you can’t express to anyone that you’d somehow know he/she wouldn’t be able to understand.
Or maybe it’s in the questions that people will wonder, “why do you even ask?”
But you, alone, know why. You, alone, know why you have to have the answers to these questions.
Or maybe it’s in the frustrations that don’t matter much to others, but they matter to us?
The unsaid feelings that we don’t dare tell anyone for various reasons- little they may be, they are enough for us to keep them within.
Is this the darkest shade of loneliness? Or is it just the beginning?
Is being alone, with no other human to exchange your thoughts and feelings, the darkest depiction of loneliness?
Or is it being surrounded by people, yet no one of who you can be fully transparent with?
Either way, no matter what shade, loneliness…unlike being alone for a time is something we know we cannot harbor or let be.
It’s an experience much scarier than the silence of a completely black night.