We all belong here.

A group of people talking about what loneliness represents to them, being isolated and each having their own individual experiences with loneliness. But on the other hand, it’s a group of people who together feel lonely and end up connected.

Back then daydreams of a more exciting life - one full of laughter, freedom and joy - consumed me. I’d imagine friends with names and personalities so real it made me question my own sanity. I felt shame, guilt and embarrassment for attempting to make up a hole in my heart through fictional characters. Yet, it was those still and quiet nights that helped me gather the courage to make my imaginations into reality. Now, I find that those “friends” in my dreams silently cheer me on every time I surround myself with real people who truly love me. I realise now that they like fireflies guiding me back home through their light :)

All Alone
Check it, check it, check it.
No messages.
Instagram? TikTok? Snapchat?
No one’s there.
Quiet hum, streaks of moonlight—
No arms to be held by.
Sound asleep, all but one.
No ears to just listen.
Drowning,
No hand to reach for.
Not worth saving.
Not a real problem.
It’s all in my head.
(Or is it?)

This is basically me comparing loneliness to a grapefruit. Being alone and being lonely are two different things.
In my experience, I have been the most productive and grown a lot as a person during times when I have been lonely.
However, when I feel lonely for too long, or go about being lonely in the wrong way, it’s quite harmful to my mental health.

My perception of my life over these past few years, discussing topics such as loneliness and craving/searching for a sense of belonging Fading Echoes of Belonging
I move through crowds but go unseen,
A shadow lost in the light between
The echoing laughter is warm and bright,
Yet leaves me colder every night.
I trace my name in fogged-up glass.
A concise mark— that never lasts
I seek belonging that is washed away,
Like waves that reach but never stay.
They use tongues that I am unable to learn.
A life undeserved, a silent ghost deterred
With an unrelenting tide, the world continues to spin.
But here I am, imprisoned within.
If I could carve a space, a house,
A voice that swells, a seed thats sown,
Would I be noticed? Call me close?
Or would my name simply repose?