Another blogger reblogged this as it is so achingly real and true…I just had to.post it too.
Loneliness is the quietest explosion you’ll ever [not] hear
It explodes peacefully in never-ending waves; breaking against the shoreline of our hearts
There is no sound of exploding on the outside
The sound is all on the inside
We are alone and at one with that sound
The hurt sits concealed and contained under our sagging skin
No one knows we are feeling lonely, unless we say we are
But we don’t say we are, do we
Loneliness is something which is felt, but rarely expressed or shared
Maybe you can imagine I’m lonely by the bowed head, the down-turned once sparkling now grey eyes, the way my shoulders slump and my wrists turn inward- protecting myself, not letting anybody in; because we don’t expect anyone to want to be let in
Or maybe you are too busy to notice me, after all I am invisible, aren’t I?
or at least I feel I am
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