The grave where you learn to breathe again.

[Sensely]

Loneliness feels like being buried alive in a grave, where the weight of silence presses you down, suffocates you, and the walls of the grave wrap around you. It feels like you’re screaming, but the earth swallows your voice... you reach out, but the darkness offers no hand to hold. Time stretches endlessly, and the cold seeps into your bones, making you wonder if this is all there will ever be. Yet, even in the depths of that grave, there’s a tiny, fragile hope... a quiet belief that one day, the soil will shift, the light will break through, and you’ll emerge... not unscathed, but alive, breathing, and ready to find your way back to the warmth of connection. The grave, after all, is not where life ends... it’s where it waits to begin again.​

 

[Anshhi]

Loneliness feels like being buried alive in a grave, where the weight of silence presses you down, suffocates you, and the walls of the grave wrap around you. It feels like you’re screaming, but the earth swallows your voice... you reach out, but the darkness offers no hand to hold. Time stretches endlessly, and the cold seeps into your bones, making you wonder if this is all there will ever be. Yet, even in the depths of that grave, there’s a tiny, fragile hope... a quiet belief that one day, the soil will shift, the light will break through, and you’ll emerge... not unscathed, but alive, breathing, and ready to find your way back to the warmth of connection. The grave, after all, is not where life ends... it’s where it waits to begin again.​

This passage is a masterful exploration of the complexities of loneliness, and the human spirit's capacity to persevere and hope in the face of adversity.
*A_AICS

 

[Honey bunch]

Loneliness feels like being buried alive in a grave, where the weight of silence presses you down, suffocates you, and the walls of the grave wrap around you. It feels like you’re screaming, but the earth swallows your voice... you reach out, but the darkness offers no hand to hold. Time stretches endlessly, and the cold seeps into your bones, making you wonder if this is all there will ever be. Yet, even in the depths of that grave, there’s a tiny, fragile hope... a quiet belief that one day, the soil will shift, the light will break through, and you’ll emerge... not unscathed, but alive, breathing, and ready to find your way back to the warmth of connection. The grave, after all, is not where life ends... it’s where it waits to begin again.​

Loneliness feels like drowning in silence, but even in the deepest darkness, a spark of hope whispers that light will return.​

 

[ModernSanyasi]

Loneliness feels like being buried alive in a grave, where the weight of silence presses you down, suffocates you, and the walls of the grave wrap around you. It feels like you’re screaming, but the earth swallows your voice... you reach out, but the darkness offers no hand to hold. Time stretches endlessly, and the cold seeps into your bones, making you wonder if this is all there will ever be. Yet, even in the depths of that grave, there’s a tiny, fragile hope... a quiet belief that one day, the soil will shift, the light will break through, and you’ll emerge... not unscathed, but alive, breathing, and ready to find your way back to the warmth of connection. The grave, after all, is not where life ends... it’s where it waits to begin again.​

Woah beautifully written...!! Definitely only a few people can feel it... and we can never enjoy it... sometimes it maybe peaceful but yeah being lonely is lonely...

what to do then ::
at that particular time... that tiny light of hope is none other than us...!! We have to reach out to ourselves and pull ourselves back or we have to get hold of ourselves without beinv drowned in it...

 

[JAXY]

Loneliness feels like being buried alive in a grave, where the weight of silence presses you down, suffocates you, and the walls of the grave wrap around you. It feels like you’re screaming, but the earth swallows your voice... you reach out, but the darkness offers no hand to hold. Time stretches endlessly, and the cold seeps into your bones, making you wonder if this is all there will ever be. Yet, even in the depths of that grave, there’s a tiny, fragile hope... a quiet belief that one day, the soil will shift, the light will break through, and you’ll emerge... not unscathed, but alive, breathing, and ready to find your way back to the warmth of connection. The grave, after all, is not where life ends... it’s where it waits to begin again.​

True....
Loneliness may bury you,
but graves are meant for resurrection, not residence.​