Loneliness arrives like fog along the rail,
a hush that turns the whole wide world to glass,
it slips between the laughter and the tale
and makes one simple moment feel like last.
But even lonely waves still find the land,
still write their names in foam and drift away,
and even solitary footprints stand
as proof someone was living here today.
So I learned this: you do not break alone,
you build a fire inside your ribcage first,
you claim the quiet like a rightful throne,
and let it hold you gently, not as curse.
Then step outside, and let the sea remind…
you’re not apart from life. You’re only kind. 🌊🖤