Lost in Silence

“Life feels empty with no one to talk to, dry, like a wanderer’s mouth in the heart of a desert, moving without direction, without a place to call home. Days stretch long, endless like sand dunes, one after another, offering no shade, no rest. You sit, staring at the ceiling— a blank space above, thoughts drifting like a traveler, carrying nothing, meaning nothing. You speak, but the wind takes your words, carrying them far, where no one listens. Outside, people laugh, the world keeps moving, but you remain a gypsy of silence, waiting for rain in an empty sky.”