#lonileness

[manincaffeine]

Loneliness

Loneliness hits harder when you live far from your hometown carrying your life on your own back , emotionally, financially, physically. You become your own support system, your own safety net, your own emergency contact. You stop waiting for messages. You stop making plans. Socializing turns into something you remember instead of something you do.

Weekends become the loudest. The world outside is busy falling in love, meeting friends, making memories, while you’re in your room folding clothes, washing dishes, cooking for one, cleaning the same floor you walked all week. The silence starts to talk back. Your phone stays quiet. The walls start to feel like witnesses.

And somewhere between paying bills and chasing deadlines, you realize something sharp and honest no one is coming to save you. It’s you and your work. You and your dreams. You and the version of yourself you’re trying to build from scratch.

But here’s the quiet flex no one talks about this is where you become solid. This is where you learn how to sit with yourself, how to stand alone without falling apart, how to be your own home even when you miss the one you left behind.

Maybe this is what your late 20s really are. Not loneliness. But the forge. The season where you’re being shaped into someone who can carry love, success, and peace without losing themselves in the process. And yeah it’s heavy. But look at you. You’re still standing.

[plvshh]

[hehehahahaaa]

🌙🎧✨ sharing wired earphones

a soft kind of closeness we don’t talk about anymore.

before airpods, before bluetooth, before silence became so… separate.

there were two hearts, one wire. a quiet song, a shared world. your head tilted toward mine. a soundtrack only we could hear. it was clumsy, it was tangled, it was everything.

i miss that. the way you'd gently pass me your earbud, how we'd laugh when the wire got pulled too far, how every song felt like a secret between us.

now everyone’s wireless, untangled, unbothered but maybe a little lonelier too.

i just want to share my wired earphones with someone again. not because it’s easier, but because it’s closer. more real. more us.

[abby086]

I Long for the warmth of someone to soothe the gentle ache within me, in my world of silence. But I fear that my voice will fade into the void, unheard and forgotten.

[mutant-n-gratified]

I'll craft you in my words so finely, my dear, that whoever reads them will ache to see you.

[sleepy-lucy-writes]

My Own Worst Enemy

There's a haze in my head that won't subside The tension in my chest only seems to rise As the stone in my heart's slowly turning into lead All alone I mourn the fading comfort of my bed

A deer fleeing headlights, struggling to hide No where left to go, but to face the car in stride Is there somewhere to escape the violence in my head Can I get a restraining order against myself, the biggest threat?

Where to can I run, when the problem is within? Following me everywhere, returning on a whim Sometimes subsiding, but always looming close That never ending cruelty, between my ears, above my nose

If the enemy is me And I can no longer see A way out of these woods Is there still some way I could Survive?

[wildflower-whisperss]

My friend has started to avoid me now. I pretend not to notice, like always. Another one once told me I was very important to her, but she never called back. I pretend I never heard her say that, as if the silence that followed wasn't louder than her words.

They are all forgetting me. Quietly, like I’m being erased in the background of their lives. And even though I wished for this, even though I told myself I wanted space, it still hurts. I knew I was replaceable. Like a chair people sit in only when all the others are taken. But it still hurts, more than I ever admit.

I know he will go too. I can already feel the distance stretching, like a road I know I’ll be left standing at the end of. I will be abandoned again. It’s happened before. I’ve memorized the silence that comes before someone walks away. We are never meant to get what we wish for. Not really. Not the things we whisper into pillows at night.

And now, I feel like a stranger in everyone’s life. Like a bookmark left in a story no one finishes. I don’t know when it happened, but I stopped feeling like I belonged anywhere. And it’s okay. It has to be. It’s not new. I’ve carried this emptiness before. But somehow, it still finds new places to hurt.

I thought I had a real friendship with her. I really believed that. But now she’s fading too. They all are, like stars disappearing before morning. And I will be left alone again, with just myself, and the silence I pretend to be comfortable with. And it’s okay. I just didn’t expect it to happen so soon. Maybe that’s why it cuts so deep this time.

So now, I will learn again how to smile like I don’t feel hollow. I will learn again how to keep the tears quiet and the hurt quieter. I will learn again that I am not meant to be loved. Not the way I love. Not the way I hope.

[amicus-noctis]

“Why do people have to be this lonely? What's the point of it all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?” ― Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart

Painting: "A Pause" by Anne Mcgill

If you are feeling lonely, text me, and we will talk.