The gap between what keeps you busy is sometimes dangerous, until you realize that you are again doused in insignificant loneliness.

This feeling washes over you like the tide on the beach, and you’re just there lying, waiting, doing nothing.

Because unlike before, you gather that it would be best to let this feeling, or whatever it is, categorically, complete its course–because you know that eventually, you’ll get yourself together, even though you do not know what exactly is tearing you apart. Or what exactly it is that engenders this loneliness that is crushing you.

You are not okay. You are lonely. But you figure that you are still okay because you are still aware that you are not okay. And that it is okay to be not okay.

This shall pass. And you thinking that this shall pass is a tinge of optimism.

The night ceases when the day comes.

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