@imanparisay
Loneliness is not always silence;
sometimes it is the echoβ of footsteps that never reach your door.
It is standing in a crowded room
while your heart whispers to no one but the stars.
It is learningthat even the deepest woundscan bloom into quiet strength.
And yet, somewhere beyond the longest night,hope waits like the first light of dawn gentle, patient, unwavering.For loneliness is not the end of the story;it is often the place
where the soul remembers
how to find its own light.