Who is to blame for your loneliness?

in #loneliness2 years ago

I approach the passer-by and ask, "Who is to blame for your loneliness?" They pass by, standing still and smiling...

We are approaching the last days of April, when the signs of life are most intense. Despite our desire to be young, I can't help but think as I try to find the meaning and effects of our aging existence in myself. As a forest grows from the saplings we planted with our hands, they stand up to the cold and pitch blackness of the winter months and grow without saying what to do when summer comes without water.


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How should I tell you how the time flies, as I can't explain it to myself? Especially, April, the busiest of the months, offers brand new talismanic beauty every time, while we talk about loneliness, and it means keeping the intense soup boiling in the cauldron to the bottom without stirring.

I will not say, “Everything looks very normal this morning to my eyes”. It doesn't appear. I'm asking without being ironic. In the mornings we wake up in daily life, we say "good morning" to our dreams out loud among the few sentences that come to our minds.

The worst thing is the desire to travel around the world, which we put off in the blink of an eye. You thought, what would it be like without a money? The clothes that we pay tons of money to the stores every year and that we hide in the closet because we are afraid to wear them out. The dress remains new, but the body that will carry it wears out.

Even though we try to hide it, the boats on our shore are getting farther and farther before our eyes with the effect of the strong wind while we lose our warmth inside. Our vision of each other is getting blurry...

A man in front of me was standing there with his arms folded with a camera in his hand. He must have been very lonely and very troubled.

The man was not himself.

He was smoking instead of whistling through his teeth. He had the urge to travel, and the man jumped into the boat and set off.

You are silent.
It is not the melancholic story of an ordinary woman or man. The name of the feeling of "loneliness" that everyone felt should have been "the song without words that no one could touch each other".

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