There’s a particular kind of loneliness that comes from being loved… but no longer feeling noticed. Not admired. Not complimented. Not even desired. Just… witnessed. To have someone watch you laugh, get ready, tell a story, exist...and seem genuinely fascinated by the fact that you’re there. This is for anyone who has ever realized that what they were missing wasn’t attention. It was the feeling of being seen. — Thalia Lux Original spoken word. Stories that linger.