I am good at being alone.
The dishes get done
when I feel like doing them.
Silence hangs like a painting
I chose myself.
The hours bend gently around me,
and I call it peace.

I laugh out loud
at my own jokes,
call it self-love,
call it growth.
The plants don’t mind
if I forget to water them,
and neither do I.
This is thriving, I tell myself.

Then I spend three days
with people I love.
Not performing.
Not planning.
Just existing
side by side-
a meal shared
without occasion,
laughter that erupts
without needing a reason.

I remember something
older than language:
that warmth isn’t just a temperature.
That joy has a different flavour
when someone else tastes it too.
I remember that solitude
was never meant to be
a permanent home-
only a resting place.

There is a part of me
that longs for gardens
we plant together,
for walls we build
with laughter baked in.
For shoes at the door
that aren’t all mine.

Maybe the soul remembers
what modern life unlearned-
that we were made
to brush shoulders
to pass bread
to belong.

And maybe
what I called thriving
was just surviving
with the lights on.

you’re the only one you can fully rely on,
only you can make a change.
people come, people go,
you will have yourself forever.
don’t stress over others,
friends or lovers too much.
if someone leaves,
grieve them as much as you please,
but don’t let it take over your life.
their presence will not save you.

Two souls sat on a worn-out park bench, the city's dim lights blurring into the soft darkness of the evening. One seemed to have found a cynical comfort in their solitude, while the other was still grasping for a different truth. The air between them was thick with unsaid words, a silent prelude to a conversation they both knew was inevitable.

“When you feel sad and lonely, who do you imagine to be lonely with?”

- “Nobody, loneliness for me was once a pain, now I rather find comfort in it.”

“What if everyone left you behind what would you do then?”

- “Well not everyone will leave me behind silly I’ll have my shadow with me.”

“Isn’t that sad?”

- “It is for those who live in delusion, but in reality, when you take your last breath, you do it alone .”

“What do you do when you’re frustrated sad and hurt?”

- “I cry.“

“Is that how you express your emotions and feelings?“

- “No.”

“Then?”

- “ I cry, because after I’m done, people assume I’ve cheered up. If I don’t cry, they will continue to ask questions like “are you okay?”. Even when we both know that I’m not, they’ll still force me to answer reality, when I’m dying to escape it.”

Oh, how will I lead this life without love
My heart yearns for you,
All of you.

I long to find you in every universe, and in every lifetime.
You helped me be the person I am today.

My family.
Don’t leave me hanging like this.
I’m still learning how to live.
I’m still trying to love.

My deepest condolences to you and your loved ones.
For my heart is preparing for the worst.
I only wish, love.
No solitude.
No anger.

Just love.

As the days come and goes, I ask nothing but peace and love God.
Prepare me for this solitude that I may have to face one day, when no one but You is left.
Lord, prepare me for the best and worst.
And protect who I treasure most.

sinking into cushions
i ask myself
is this silence
a wound
or a gift

my friends have vanished
into their own worlds
this is what love does
it swallows people whole

maybe the absence
is my reflection
me and the glowing screen
sharing secrets
until sleep

i whisper lies
humans were made
to be islands
i tell myself
and i try
to believe it

I say I want something real,
More love ,more connection,more presence.
But everytime it comes ,feels more distant
The harder I try ,more it repels

What if I go after what I want?
And it doesn't want me back,
Chaos fills my mind

But still in need of peace ,
I try find reasons not to give up,
I get quiet and so silent.
I question if being seen leads to being left.
If then, I should leave first to be seen.

Have walked with it in my heart,
Like an armor I call it strength,
Challenged myself it was a journey worth walking.

Convincing myself not needing anyone was okay,
Doing everything on my own was worthy.
In isolation I called solitude my friend,
Because in it was peaceful.


But all this maybe am just afraid,
That letting someone in , they'll get to know a version of me I kept hidden,
They'll still walk away anyway,
And I'll still walk and be alone anyway.