Loneliness... a word so cold to the touch, so hollow in sound, echoing through empty rooms and vacant spaces. It’s a feeling that seeps into everything, settling like frost on a window, chilling the air around me and numbing the warmth within. I reach out, hoping to grasp at something real, something warm—but my hands close around nothing but shadows. It’s so cold to the world, so cold to me, leaving my heart heavy and weighed down, longing for the simple connection others seem to find so easily.

I wish I was not like this, that this ache would disappear, but yet here I am, searching for a light in the darkness, hoping for an end to the silence that clings to me. I tell myself that maybe, someday, I'll feel the warmth of companionship again, that the walls I've built will crumble, letting in someone who understands. But until then, the cold remains, a constant reminder of how close I can be to people yet feel so far away.