SnakeePoo

Loneliness is a void, an absence that takes up too much space. It is silence that grows loud, filling the room with echoes of what isn’t there. It presses in like deep water, weighty and endless, making every breath feel borrowed. It suffocates because it isolates—not just from others but from yourself. Without connection, your thoughts become the only voices, looping in endless circles, stretching moments into lifetimes. There is no hand to anchor you, no voice to remind you that you exist beyond your own mind. Loneliness is nothingness, but not the peaceful kind. It is an aching, hollow vastness, a hunger that has forgotten what it craves.