I feel the weight of borrowed days,like I’ve been living inside a stranger’s skin,moving through moments that belong to someone else. I had a plan once,or at least I thought I did—but now it feels like I’m watching from the…
I stay here,rooted in the placewhere you left me,not because I can’t move,but because I won’t. There’s a quiet in staying still,a kind of comfortin pretending nothing has changed. Maybe it’s easier this way,to remainwhen everything elsehas already moved on.
There are times when I can’t help but feel like it’s all my fault that I’m alone. It’s like I’ve made this choice to walk this lonely road, even though deep down, it gnaws at my very being. I’ve become…
I was ready to pave my own path to reach that tiny bit glimmer of light, that sliver of hope. At the end of this road, I had hoped to find that light waiting for me. However, all I saw…
Hello there, beautiful being! First, I’d like to apologize for the lack of content for the past month. Usually, I’ll write something in my head before eventually sitting down to actually write it down. One day in August, however, I…