Loneliness is coffee without milk, music without lyrics, photographs with no people inside. It smells of bitter almond; it has the colour of moths. It tastes like strawberries and stings like wasps.

Loneliness has no substance or purpose; it’s just there. It is
the absence of a presence, but also the presence of an absence.
It has no antidote, no cure, no answer. You love it almost as
much as you hate it.

Loneliness is like your shadow. In fact, it is your shadow. Your constant companion that can’t be touched, changing with the light. Depicting it effectively is a skill all artists strive to master, yet few ever succeed. Sometimes it’s behind you, so only others can see it. Sometimes it is huge, making you feel powerless. Darkness doesn’t eliminate it, only extends it indefinitely.

Loneliness is the price we pay for being human.