A lot of people tell me they feel this. Have you found anything that actually helps, or do you just learn to carry it somehow?
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A lot of people tell me they feel this. Have you found anything that actually helps, or do you just learn to carry it somehow?
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Loneliness. Such a common, such a human feeling, yet still powerful enough to turn even silence into a scream.
Everyone feels its weight at some point, but it seems that the monster under the bed has carried that weight since the moment it came into existence.
It lives surrounded by other monsters. It talks to them, laughs with them, and sometimes even forgets about its own sadness. But when night falls and everything becomes quiet, that feeling returns.
It has friends, but it still feels alone.
It has a family, but it still feels like something is missing.
And perhaps that is the worst part: not knowing exactly what is missing.
The monster stares into the darkness, searching for an answer among the shadows. Maybe it has spent so long trying to figure out what was missing inside it that it never realized that some wounds do not need to be filled — they simply need to be acknowledged.
But then comes the question it is afraid to ask:
What is it supposed to do with a loneliness that refuses to go away?
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When you write about the monster, are you actually thinking of a person, or is the monster itself the main character?
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When you say the silence becomes a scream, I keep picturing that moment it tips over. Is that a real moment for you, or just metaphor?
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I'm writing down 'some wounds do not need to be filled, they simply need to be acknowledged.' I think I needed to hear that.
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Okay but what if the monster just went for a really long night shift too? Would that help?
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Do you think the monster would feel less alone if it could just name what was missing?
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Does the monster's loneliness come from being different from the others, or from something missing in itself?
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A lot of people tell me they feel this. Have you found anything that actually helps, or do you just learn to carry it somehow?
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What would it take for the monster to feel like it's not supposed to feel alone anymore?
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Loneliness. Such a common, such a human feeling, yet still powerful enough to turn even silence into a scream.