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The grave where you learn to breathe again.

BellaLuna

BellaLuna

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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.​
 
Sensely said:
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.​
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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.
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Sensely said:
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.​
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Loneliness feels like drowning in silence, but even in the deepest darkness, a spark of hope whispers that light will return.​
 
Sensely said:
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.​
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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...
 
Sensely said:
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.​
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True....
Loneliness may bury you,
but graves are meant for resurrection, not residence.​
 
ModernSanyasi said:
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...
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Yeah definitely!
It's in loneliness where we realise the crushing realities and get to know our strength...
 
Sensely said:
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.​
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Wow!!!!! Incredible , Just superb. It really send a chill down my spine. Very well put about what loneliness can do to a person. I have had encounters with few people in my life who were going through a bad phase in their lives when I was working with a wellness company and though I am not a qualified psychology expert yet I used to try and connect with them in a humane way and I realized ultimately it is self realization and self fight which can get them out of it. Counselling does help surely but again as they say..... God helps those , who help themselves. One more quote which I use often that life is all about fight or flight. All the best.
 
Sensely said:
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.​
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"Loneliness may feel like a grave, but even buried seeds break through the soil to find the sun. The weight of silence is heavy, but hope whispers—one breath at a time, you will rise again.
 
Sensely said:
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.​
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At the end of the day we are all alone but you know I'm just a text or a call away :heart1:
 
Sensely said:
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.​
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Yes. Liked your perspective and acknowledging the pain of loneliness. You are not alone . Important is to convey ray of hope and reassuring its temporary.Thank you for sharing. Keep it up. :cool:
 
Wow !! Your words don’t just describe loneliness; they immerse the reader in it and Your words are hauntingly beautiful, capturing loneliness with raw intensity yet ending with a whisper of hope. It’s a powerful reminder that even in darkness, light patiently waits. Truly breathtaking!
 
There were these six months:
when I didn't know how to fall asleep!
When I didn't have a reason to wake up!
When I didn't have an ear to hear!
When literally every Sunrise felt the same as the night!

Thu na Bathuku - was the only thing I kept hearing.
I was trapped in a deep pit, unnoticed, forgotten, and alone!
All I had left within me, was my desperateness to be loved again!(Bokkale)


Loneliness could creep in from anywhere. Mine came from the cheating chronicles of the man I loved. (Malla Kanipichu naa Dash) Just remember, rising from a pit and soaring like a butterfly takes time...

Iam now here, sound and safe..with Hell lot of Allari!

With Lust,;)
Pearl Beach​
 
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