
Crematoryy
Wandering endlessly
- Feb 12, 2025
- 80
I hate this sepulchral world that has denied me everything I wanted; I hate how reality has assigned me to a life of constant solitude. Day after day I long for more and more love. I realize that for many people, there is no lack of connection and human presence.
I despise those who have never felt alone on the swings in a park; those who have never sat on the bus bench, after a tiring day at work, and looked out the window wishing they were in the company of someone. I despise how these situations were reserved for me, to a large extent. In a nosological description, loneliness is categorized as a non-fulminant chronic disease. Its effects may be asymptomatic, but it slowly consumes like rust.
I despise those who have never felt alone on the swings in a park; those who have never sat on the bus bench, after a tiring day at work, and looked out the window wishing they were in the company of someone. I despise how these situations were reserved for me, to a large extent. In a nosological description, loneliness is categorized as a non-fulminant chronic disease. Its effects may be asymptomatic, but it slowly consumes like rust.
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