Disillusioned
On loneliness, clarity, and staying soft
Family. Friends. A partner. None measure up. No one seems to try unless it costs me something. I am alone — no hope left, only the ghost of what I thought was real. I am thankful for my son. He is truly wonderful. I am lucky. My love for him is endless Our bond keeps my heart soft while the adults in my life are either absent or shallow as a teaspoon, their emotional capacity negligible. Is there life on this planet? Can I have a real conversation, a genuine connection beyond my child? Perhaps someday. But I will not hold my breath — for I would surely die. ☾⋆｡°✩🦇✩°｡⋆☽
About the Creator
Alicia Melnick
Writer & visual artist exploring emotional truth, creativity, and the long work of breaking inherited patterns. Essays and prose exploring resilience, identity, and carrying light forward. 📜 writing | 🎨 art → @spookywhimsy
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