It's night, and the silence wraps around me like a heavy blanket, suffocating yet comforting. I find solace in the shadows, but the emptiness echoes louder than any sound. Home feels like a sanctuary and a prison all at once. I hold onto the hope that one day, my art will speak to someone, that it will find a place where it truly belongs. Yet, as I sit here, the walls whisper reminders of loneliness. The thought that perhaps my creations will linger in the void, unseen and unheard, weighs heavily on my heart. In this quiet, I realize that sometimes, being at home is just a reminder of how far we drift from the warmth of connection. #Loneliness #ArtisticJourney #Heart