Why Is There No Opposite Word Of Loneliness?

Why is there no opposite word of loneliness?

Could it be because people, until they die, have no moments of not being lonely?

외로움의 반대말은 왜 없을까

사람은 죽을 때까지 안 외로울 때가 없어서일지 몰라

—RM, Life

subtle intimacy is so soft!! knowing someone’s routine and slowly becoming a part of it. memorising favourite teas and soups and drink orders. good morning and good night texts and messy paragraphs of love written half asleep. nicknames only you know. just!!! small things that say “look how dear you are to me.”

And I can't sleep, but I can dream of us

—EDEN, Gravity.

i wonder what it's like

in that head of yours.

is it waves of sadness

pulling you under till you can't breathe?

or fists of regret

crushing you under their weight?

do claws of guilt pierce your skin,

talons drawing lifeblood?

or do flames of greed lick your arms,

scorching your entire being?

is fear your nicotine?

killing you from the inside out

while life without it is unknown to you?

or does a leash of longing tug at your heart,

as you desperately seek

what it is that you long for?

do red clouds of rage

paint your world bloody?

or does a dark cloak of anxiety

cast a shadow over the rest of us?

do you wear a blindfold of jealousy

until you've worn yourself down?

or a mask of annoyance

shutting us all out?

does loneliness engulf you

in a mocking embrace?

or do you spend your time

struggling to crawl out the grave

you dug yourself?

who's the puppeteer

pulling the strings that lift your smile?

is your smile real?

i hope;

i hope it is.

i hope you see it flicker in your darkness;

i hope you salvage a sliver of it—

of hope.

Crash the car and blame the road

-Lauv, The Story Never Ends

"we are birthed not for one another but only so you can know you and I can know me"

Wonderful❤️

THE BRIDGE TO ME

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There is only one bridge

Across the sea of seven lives.

The only one for one only

To walk alone or walk lonely.

Each a different journey

Around solo climbs and forked bends

Each pointing to different ends.

But fear wants company

Someone to be afraid with.

So it wanders holding hands

To east, sometimes to west

Trying to pull

Sunrises towards sunsets.

They need be alone

As dawn and and as dusk.

And because they do not meet

There is something

beautiful called a day.

I am not unafraid enough of

Fear to say

Leave them be

In

Opposite corners of earth

One in the promise of light

The other in the gratitude of night.

Connected, yet

Out of each other's reach

The universe will keep tearing apart

Friendships, loves, relationships.

How to be alone

Is what it wants to teach.

And thus we keep returning

To another, yet another life

Reborn to align

To eventually get it right.

Every life beginning with

Memories

And dying in the haze of time.

Just so you know.

You will be back

So will I

Seemingly together like twinsouls

Entwined lovers yer

separated at heart and in body.

One being split in two realities.

For you see

We are birthed

Not for one another

But only so you can know you

And I can know me.

The illusion of togetherness is

The only way

unless the other becomes the mirror

Our reflection, neither gets to see.

So here is to some aloneness

Hidden inside our soulmate need.

And to the shudder of solitude

In the contrived warmth of company.

Here is to you daring to love me

So your own heart opens and feels free

Here is to my desire of be loved back

So my beauty sometimes I see.

Here is to the love you give

So you can receive.

Here is to my willingness

To let you go

So that I could find me.

Here is to what we fail to see.

Here is to what we perceive.

A bridge from you to you

In the most honest way

Even when the purest connections

Sometimes deceive.

Here is to the two tears

You will drop wistfully on the way.

For the views are so spectacular

You forever want to stay

Here is to you breathing in the

Miracles the path will show.

Here is to life

And the ones that want to hold hands

But alone they too must go.

Here is to the art of staying upright

When the bridge swings to and fro.

I will be walking on the other side

Of the sea.

Just as you are,

returning to yourself

I will be walking myself back to me.

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