Can one describe loneliness to a person who’s never been alone? Can one convey all those feelings that build up inside when you realize that you are lonely. Not alone but lonely.
Loneliness sounds of dreadful silence. Of silence full of falling needles and pins. Of silent phone and of TV blaring loudly. It sounds like a deaf doorbell and like an unanswered morning greeting.
Loneliness has bleak, faded colours. Loneliness is like an empty painting waiting for the masters confident paintbrush to fill it. The canvas of the story are clear and unmarked.
Loneliness smells of rotten food, of burned breakfast and coffee stains. It smells of a disease that is invisible to a bare eye. The smell of loneliness follows and surrounds the body further isolating it from the world.
One can be alone in a crowd of people. One can be alone in their mind.