It's unsettling when night finally closes in. The cold creeps up on you, and everything just feels... heavy. The kind of quiet that surrounds you isn’t that calming silence people often talk about—the one that’s supposed to soothe your soul. No, this quiet seeps into your bones, dragging you down with it, like a weight that grows heavier the longer you sit with it. It clings to me, not for comfort, but to remind me of the things I’ve been trying so hard not to face. It’s like a shadow creeping in, spreading through every corner of my mind, filling the spaces where hope used to live. And this is where everything feels like it's falling apart. I used to believe the future stretched out endlessly ahead, full of possibility, like there was always going to be more time. More chances. But now, it feels like the future’s cracking under the weight of reality, like something fragile that’s breaking apart, piece by piece. It’s not some bright, far-off thing anymore. The present feels sha...
I dwell in the spaces where shadows meet light, where questions outnumber answers. A seeker of truths buried deep, I write to unearth what lies beneath the surface. In the chaos, I find my voice. In the silence, I find myself.