A blur of fleeting thoughts and half-remembered moments, tangled in the quiet noise of overthinking. I drift through my mind, lost in fragments of the past, as memories flicker like broken reflections-sometimes sharp, sometimes fading. Each thought is a ripple, unstructured, searching for meaning in a world that offers none. Time slips away unnoticed, and with it, I slip away. There's an urgency to release, to let go of the weight of memory, yet no clear escape. In the silence between moments, I find a strange, gentle freedom-an acknowledgment that perhaps understanding isn't necessary. I, like the world around me, am unfinished, disjointed, but in that, I find a strange peace.

Dear You, Once, when I was younger, the world felt so much smaller. Everything important could fit in a single moment: the sound of laughter, the warmth of sunlight, the soft rustle of leaves in a quiet breeze. I didn't think about tomorrow, or the day after that. Life wasn't made of questions back then - it was made of feelings. But somewhere along the way, things began to change. The questions grew bigger. The world, which had once seemed so simple, became a puzzle I couldn't solve. I began to forget the little things - the way the atmosphere smells after rain, or the sound of my own heartbeat when I was truly at peace. Have you felt that too? That quiet loss, the kind you can't explain? If you're reading this, I guess you do. [...] This book isn't a solution. It's a mirror. And maybe, just maybe, you'll see yourself in it. I don't know where this story will take us, but I'm glad you're here. Sincerely, Someone who understands Revised draft Start: 12.01.25 Finish: 29.03.25

14 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 ──────── ˚ ₊ ‧ ⋆ ──────── There has always been an abyss residing in me. Something hollow and deep and empty. Something that screams to be heard. Something that aches for meaning in this haunting world. Through this collection I try to pick out the pieces of my heart and bleed out words that have haunted me. And maybe try to find peace with a truth that always scared me. because maybe this is how its meant to be : me, floating in the abyss of my misery ────────˚ ₊ ‧ ⋆ ──────── ⟪ h i g h e s t r a n k i n g s ⟫ #1 in poem (out of 199k stories) #1 in poetrycollection (out of 34.5k stories) #1 in words (out of 16.5k stories) #1 in poembook (out of 15.8k stories) #1 in prose (out of 9.07k stories) #1 in freeverse (out of 7.72k stories)