Between Silence and Noise
but it presses too close —
a shadow of isolation that
wraps around my thoughts.
Lonely is not the same as alone, they say —
Yet emptiness can live
even in the middle of a crowd.
where no words find me,
where no laughter breaks through,
where stories are trapped,
hungering to be shared.
And I fear the crowd — faces without depth,
voices tangled in noise,
opinions thrown like confetti
with no weight to land on truth.
Between silence and noise I search for presence —
a soul that listens,
a voice that speaks with meaning,
a moment that feels
like it belongs to both of us.
Until then, I wander between echoes,
not alone,
yet not entirely found.
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