I have started finding loneliness so conveniently,

In the blank pages of my notebook that I stare for long hours,

and in the endless promotional emails that I receive,

Sometimes I casually find loneliness in a town full of people,

Sometimes I find it in the podcasts that I listen to while I walk.

And sometimes I find it in a tiny gap between hope and despair.

Searching for solitude, I have found something so hollow,

so deep that I am so afraid of drowning deeper and deeper

never had I imagined that I would reside here someday.