A line. A call for help. A loneliness, echoing. Unheard. A longing for a touch. A gentle hug. A smile. Nothing. A nothingness echoes. And depression settles in its place. A longing, a loneliness, a silent cry for help from eyes cast down on the cold, concrete streets. In the scheme of things, you are alone. You are nothing. And the world continues revolving. You must keep moving in your solitude, in your sadness, in your depression, in your burden to keep up. For there is no one in the world who will bear it for you. No one who will be there for you if you are not there for yourself.
Allow the loneliness, and accept it occurs. But let it not be your world. Move on,
“Loneliness does not come from having no people about one, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to oneself, or from holding certain views which others find inadmissible.”
To have lost yourself—and everything you love to the taxing studies you undertake—that is my one and truly biggest regret.