LONELINESS IN THE CROWD
They say the world is full, but sometimes, fullness is the heaviest emptiness. You walk through markets of drama, cafés of conversation, rooms humming with life and yet, you are an echo that no one turns to hear. You nod, you smile, you perform your belonging like an actor in a play you never auditioned for. They call it connection, but it feels more like collision, a thousand bodies brushing past and not a single soul touching yours. You scroll through faces on glass screens, tap hearts on strangers words, but the silence between each notification grows like vines around your chest. You begin to wonder if you’ve become transparent, a ghost haunting your own life. Sometimes, loneliness wears perfume and shakes your hand. It sits beside you in meetings, stands behind you in queues, smiles politely as it steals your breath. And yet, in that aching hollow, you learn something sacred: how to listen to your own heartbeat, how to hold your own hand, how to exist without belonging. Because ...
