There is a strange kind of freedom in being alone.
When no one is around, life feels lighter—
doing whatever feels right,
without asking for permission,
without weighing someone else’s opinions.
Freedom feels simple then,
almost effortless.
But everything has another side.
Being alone for too long turns loneliness into a companion.
And one day, without realizing it,
it becomes something impossible to escape.
Sometimes it feels like—
if only there were one person.
Just one.
Someone like a mirror.
Someone who would understand
the reason behind the smiles
and the tears that follow them.
Someone who could see the pain
hidden behind a full, practiced smile.
Someone who wouldn’t need to hear the words
“I’m not okay”
to know that something is wrong.
But reality doesn’t work that way.
No matter how much the heart wants to step out of loneliness,
sometimes it simply cannot.
Not everyone can be approached.
Not every place feels safe enough to speak.
A quiet hesitation always lingers—
How will they take my words?
Will they understand at all?
Or will my feelings, like so many others before,
hold no value to them?
Will they turn into a reason to laugh?
Sometimes the fear is heavier—
that they will offer advice and walk away,
or open their own bag of pain instead.
And in that moment,
my hurt will disappear beneath the weight of theirs.
They won’t understand,
and I won’t be able to explain.
At times, breaking out of loneliness feels tempting—
imagining someone who would scold,
who would guide,
who would point out what is right and what is wrong.
But no one is there.
Everyone is busy with their own lives.
In the end,
apart from oneself,
no one truly belongs to anyone else.
People give advice eventually—
but how many truly understand?
How many truly feel it?
None.
Everyone speaks,
but no one stays.
No one.
There is still so much left unsaid…
but let it be.
Some words are better left unspoken.
~ Apple
