Moments way before this one stung with my loneliness. My entire adolescence, the wake of disappointments in college, the year I moved to another city and it didn’t work out. … Continue reading Notes on Loneliness
Every event is a numerator of 1. The summation of everything you’ve lived through is the denominator.
How lonely it feels to be surrounded by a gallery of glossed gazes,
searching for eyes that burn like mine.