Thought 1: In solitude, yearning envelops,
a weight that crushes, a piercing silence,
a whirlwind of emotions that wounds,
the heart cries out, but remains absent.

Thought 2: Oh, friend, do you not feel that burden?
It’s a labyrinth without exit or respite,
while the bitterness of sorrow hides,
on this path that sometimes denies.

Thought 1: If only someone would look beyond,
they would see the scars, the shadows,
they would know that even in the echo of solitude,
the wound holds space for a love that astonishes.

Thought 2: Though those rejected souls bear pain,
their...