Sometimes, I feel like a lonely confidant, buried deep in the silos of my heart. I stared at the confused night sky, closed my eyes, and let the tears fall silently. My heart is like a barren land, lonely and lonely.
In this noisy and busy world, I often feel the loneliness of being forgotten. Thoughts flowed quietly in the endless darkness like the wind. I tried to hold onto it, but found it impossible to hold onto, as if it were just a bubble that lingered forever.
When night falls, the silent bell strikes the most vulnerable places in the heart. In the middle of the night, I stood in front of the wide window, staring out at the empty shore. Memories gradually came back, like tender waves blowing through my tired heart.
I silently confided in the silent stars the sorrow and helplessness of my heart. They may have heard my call, but they couldn't give me a warm hug. My mind became an eternal galaxy far away, so lonely that no one could break into.
Life seemed to drag me into an endless dark abyss, and I hiked on a journey of bitterness and loss. My eyes were full of exhaustion, powerless to search for the faint light. Perhaps, I am destined to wander in the infinite darkness, never to find a trace of comfort and support.
I poured out my heart and committed my heart to this infinite void. But time passed inexorably, and more and more sadness precipitated in my heart. I tried to find a memorial to put an end to the cry of helplessness in my heart. However, the tides of time have taken them away, leaving behind an afterimage that can only be remembered.
Perhaps, the outpouring of the heart is just a way of self-healing, a silent talk, to relieve the heaviness of the heart. Although it does not change reality, nor can it solve the troubles of the soul, at least I have found a space to talk in this extremely lonely night.
No matter how the world changes, I still want to be the outspokesperson of that heart, capturing the inner story with words. Because it is only in a world that I have nothing to do with others that I can truly confide in my pain and sorrow. This may be the only consolation, and the only sustenance.