I sit in the silence,
the kind that presses against your chest
and swallows every thought you have,
like it's trying to make you disappear.
The walls are too close,
the air too thick,
and the space around me feels like an ocean
I'm drowning in,
one breath at a time.
I call out in the quiet,
but there's no answerâ
only the echo of my own voice,
bouncing back like a cruel reminder
that no one's listening.
I reach out,
but my hands only meet emptiness,
and the longing in me grows,
richer and deeper than anything I've known,
aching to be touched,
to be seen,
to be found.
But in this loneliness,
I learn how to be alone,
how to survive the void
and keep breathing,
even when it feels like no one else is.
Maybe the silence will fade.
Maybe the emptiness will fill.
Or maybe,
I'll get used to living with it.