One of my favorites from you. Your wording here is spot-on. I also learned a new word: loquacious. So thank you for that!

The images you gave effortlessly, the parallels, how we can resort to talking in order to preserve something, and it is perhaps one of our last attempts at clinging to something. To be heard and listened to and lifted up and held.

"To them, I was not a crying heart,
I was just a knot of noise
in the textile of such tumultuous traffic:
nothing special,
nothing summing up to a person, to a soul."

- I FELT this. It hurt my heart, because how often do we look at others as just background noise, instead of seeing and trying to understand their pain, the reasons why and the vulnerability they are portraying.

I love how you phrased the following stanza, choosing loneliness, because you felt more apart when you were with others. How true that can be, when we're surrounded by people who may brush us off and treat us like objects or distractions.

The revelations in the last two stanzas is beautiful, and you worded it quite poignantly. Isn't it amazing that solitude CAN be collective? That there is some understanding and maybe even unity in our loneliness.

Such a thought-provoking, consistently written piece! Thank you for sharing this.