The world feels foreign right now.
Like I’ve been dropped into a place I don’t belong,
like a stranger in my own life.
Everything, everyone, keeps moving forward,
rushing toward something I can’t see,
while I remain here—
stuck in the stillness of my mind,
trapped in the depths of my heart,
where only sorrow lives.
I don’t notice things until they’re slipping away,
until it’s almost too late to grasp them.
Like time is playing a cruel joke on me,
letting me believe I have control,
only to remind me—again and again—
that I am always one step behind.
And sometimes, I wonder…
would it be easier to stop trying?
To stop pretending?
To let go?
But even in my darkest thoughts,
I know I can’t.
I don’t have that kind of courage.
I am a coward, too afraid of my own mind,
too afraid of the weight of existence.
Sometimes, my experience feels like this: ;
A pause where an ending should have been.
A hesitation.
A symbol of something the author wanted to stop,
but couldn’t.
Just like me.
I want to stop.
But I can’t.
I won’t.
Or will I?
Can I?
No one would ever guess I think like this.
No one would ever suspect that behind my smile,
there’s a storm.
A heavy, silent, endless storm.
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The Sadness With The Light Of Hope
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