We all belong here.

Everyday I wake up, I'm met with disappointment.
What once was filled with hopes and aspirations,
are now replaced with dread and emptiness.
Gone are the childhood sparkles of joy and wonder,
leaving just the deep dark closet full of monsters,
the everlasting despair.
I yearn for a hug, a smile, a casual reassurance.
Phone in hand, one text away, yet lightyears from reach.
Too scared to reach out, yet too weak to fight alone.
The brave little knight with the twinkle in his eyes,
grew up to realise he's just a coward,
forced to face the dark,
without a single shield in sight.

Your experience since childhood and current environment that made you feel excluded doesn’t define what you are capable of.

I'm alone.
Breathe in.
Breath out.
I'm breathing but the beat keeps rising. Annoyingly.
I see a gap.
I fill it with presence.
To not have presence is to not exist.
Being perceived may instil nerves but not being perceived is a gunshot that slowly unravels the skin that allow you to stand.
In films where the world has ended and only person is alive, are they really living?
Or are they living in hopes they aren't the only ones?
If your action bypasses everyone, who carries it?
No one.
If your memories are not shared, who remembers it?
No one.
Be independent. Be private. Don't overshare.
True.
Third spaces. Community. Interdependence.
More true.
Is it a life without anyone?
It isn't.
I need you as much as I,
Breath in.
Breathe out.
I see someone and I smile.

Notifications full; Heart empty: Notifications constantly remind you of life going on without you — conversations you're not part of, plans you're not invited to, or people you're missing.

A Chamber—void of Light—I claw—at Walls of Mist—Nails—Splinter—in the Night—Night—A Million Echoes—Thoughts—too Loud—to Speak—Darkness—leans—to Whisper—And Shadows—Never—Sleep—Hope—a Distant—Lantern—Flickering—on the Tide—Tomorrow—whispers—Softly—Yet—never stands—beside—Time—an Endless—Corridor—With You—Yesterday—A Billion Years—between us—Without You—Wait—for—Never—As Tomorrow—turns—to—Dust—The Ashes—drift—like Snow—A Weight—upon the Soul—White Noise—where Thought—should—dwell—And I—where do I go?