A Thin Line

A THIN LINE

There’s a peace in being alone, that gentle calm,
Where silence wraps around me like a soft embrace.
In the quiet, I find comfort in my own company,
A refuge from the noise of the world outside.
But sometimes, that stillness turns sharp,
And the solitude I cherish begins to sting.

I feel the shift, When being alone becomes something else,
A longing that creeps in, uninvited and cold.
I imagine conversations, laughter, and shared words,
I imagine what it might be like to reconnect, to belong again,
But the thought feels distant, almost forgotten.

The idea of seeking company weighs heavy on my heart,
Is the risk of disappointment worth the fleeting joy?
I weigh the pros and cons, balancing connection and hurt,
Unsure if I want to open myself to others once more.
For the comfort of solitude is steady and safe,
While the unknown of companionship feels fragile and uncertain.

I try to remember what it was like,
To share silence with someone and feel at ease, to love and be loved,
Having a space filled with understanding, with presence.
But those memories feel like dreams now, fading fast,
And I wonder if I’ll ever reach those borders again.

Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:08):
There is a peace in being alone that gent to come,
where silence wraps around me like a soft embrace. In
the quiet, I find comfort in my own company, a
refuge from the noise of the world outside. But sometimes

(00:31):
that's still nest and sharp, and the solitude and cherish
began to sting. I feel the shifts when being alone
becomes something else, elonging that creeps in, uninvited and cold.
I imagine conversations, laughter and shared words. Imagine what it
might be like to reconnect, to belong again, but in

(00:52):
a few distance most forgotten the idea of seeking company
with heavy on my heart. The risks of disappointment were
the fleeting joy away, the prunes and corns, balancing connection
and ought. I'm sure if I want to open myself
to others once more, For the comfort of solitude is
steady and safe, all the unknown of companionship feel fragile

(01:15):
and uncertain. I try to remember what it was like
to share stelings with someone and feel at ease to
love and beloved, having a space filled with understanding his presence,
But just memories feels like dreams now feeling fast, and
I wonder if our havea reaches waters again,