I believe that everyone's greatest fear is loneliness. That every other fear, when unfolded, has a center that demands the terror of being alone. But what of those times when you are not truely alone, yet you believe you are?
It could be the moment where a stalker is waiting to slash and tear at your neck while you so innocently and naively walk down a crooked lane, unaware of the eerie stillness of the world. Or it could be the moment where your painful tears are being spilt on the overly drenched pillow cover and your ears seemed to be overwhelmed with the deafening silence, while your dearest friend is unaware of your sorrows and distress.
Whatever may be the case, loneliness, is always a cry of pain and suffering. The word itself seems to touch a melancholy strain. Like a poison you so willingly take and feel as it delicately flows through your veins. Like a heartbeat that beats for the last time. A blade that slithers through flesh. A cloth that the burning iron must press.
-Afreen Nazeera Siraj
It could be the moment where a stalker is waiting to slash and tear at your neck while you so innocently and naively walk down a crooked lane, unaware of the eerie stillness of the world. Or it could be the moment where your painful tears are being spilt on the overly drenched pillow cover and your ears seemed to be overwhelmed with the deafening silence, while your dearest friend is unaware of your sorrows and distress.
Whatever may be the case, loneliness, is always a cry of pain and suffering. The word itself seems to touch a melancholy strain. Like a poison you so willingly take and feel as it delicately flows through your veins. Like a heartbeat that beats for the last time. A blade that slithers through flesh. A cloth that the burning iron must press.
-Afreen Nazeera Siraj
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