Loneliness isnt a feeling but should be define as something tangible, like a hollow shell. On the surface, on the beach this shell looks normal with its curved surface and marble looking hues. However as the wind passes through it, it creates a beautiful sound much like a cry. As the dust accumulates, the stains get worse and worse even till the sea cant wash it away. Loneliness is a shell, loneliness is the stain, loneliness is a beautiful cry.