Loneliness is just an ivy

Loneliness is just an ivy, It creeps through your window, unhurried, It doesn't diminish the darkness of the night, nor chase away hidden demons, It just sits there, with legs crossed, letting the gentle breeze Kiss its damp alabaster cheeks and the black night envelop it. It seems sad when it sighs, but its eyes carry a strange peace, It changes nothing outside, but changes everything deep within you, It makes the eyes more sensitive to the beauty of the night, It makes every little thing stand out so magnificently, That life seems vaster than ever. Is it her or the trauma of existence? She casts such a spectacular charm that those who gaze Into her stormy ocean eyes don't want to part, From the night, from her — she is just another bright star In a new moon night. Solitary, Melancholic, yet beautiful. In her silence hides a universe of thoughts and dreams, A mute call to those who dare to listen, An invitation to embrace not just the darkness, but also its light, For in her melancholy, you discover a subtle beauty, That turns solitude into a refuge full of wisdom. And so, loneliness becomes an unexpected companion, A silent friend that teaches you to look beyond appearances, To discover that in the silence of the night lies a whole world, A world waiting to be explored, loved, and understood, Under the gentle gaze of that solitary star, shining for you.