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Loneliness… A void… A missing piece… A muted voice.

 

To you who may feel lost in life.

To you, who found yourself alone in a foreign land.

To you, who is wondering why is it so hard to let go.

To you, who is still holding onto hope.

 

Isn’t it weird?

How you feel whole but there still something that doesn’t feel right.

Maybe is your weeping soul or just another afterthought in a sleepless night.

Are you missing something or are you just missing home?

Maybe you’re missing someone who is already gone.

 

Is it another human being?

Is it love?

Is it feeling understood and cared for?

Maybe validation for your own existence.

Who knows?

 

The thing is… You fought, kiddo. You fought with all you had. You cried yourself to sleep sometimes. You won some, you lost the double. People went; people came. You built yourself from the ground up and you finally feel like everything is starting to fall into place. You’re reaching the goals you wrote on a paper 5 to 10 years ago and you know that the you from those years would be so damn proud. But here you are… Yearning for something, feeling it mauling your soul and crushing your spirit and you can’t pinpoint what it is. What a curious feeling isn’t it?

You know you’re loved and appreciated, you know you have people who will hold your hand if you fall down but you can’t stop wondering why you feel alone in a room full of people. Why you feel so damn left behind? The truth is we all carry sorrow deep within our hearts. We all carry a heavy sadness that has been calmed by time.

Maybe that’s what you need to do for now. Just feel. You’ve been blocking it for so long, you numbed yourself to not feel the discomfort and pain. Maybe now you need to suffer the signs that you needed to change. Let it flow with those tears. Let it escape your lungs with a scream. Let it flow through you without fear. But promise yourself that tomorrow the sky will be clear.