tired of silence

People say, "Learn to be alone." They paint a picture of solitude as an idyllic sanctuary, where one can revel in the tranquility of their own company. "Enjoy your solitude, find a hobby," they say. "Find peace in your alone time." And yet, here I stand, having done all that for what feels like an eternity.

I have mastered the art of navigating the depths of isolation. I have traversed through the darkest corners of my existence, walking the lonely path through the shadows of my own mind. I have faced the demons that reside within, battling them with sheer resilience and unwavering determination. Through it all, I have been my own unwavering companion, picking up the shattered pieces of my soul, one fragment at a time.

But now, here I am, exhausted and depleted. The weariness has seeped into the marrow of my bones, and my spirit yearns for something more. It's not about wanting to be with someone, nor is it an inability to find solace in my own solitude. No, it runs deeper than that. I am simply sick of it all at this point.

I yearn for the warmth of human connection, the gentle touch that mends the fractures in my heart. I crave the laughter shared between kindred souls, the comfort of knowing that I am not alone in this vast, bewildering universe. It's the simple joy of sharing life's moments with someone who truly understands, someone who sees the world through the same kaleidoscope of emotions.

For so long, I have been a lone voyager, navigating uncharted waters with no lighthouse in sight. I have tasted the bitter sting of solitude and carried its weight upon my weary shoulders. But now, the weight has become too heavy, and my soul longs for respite from the burdens it has carried for far too long.