Thoughts that had been injected on my head for so long now it had to be released somewhere and find its way out there.
Unpredictable, thats me on the way i see myself and here i am throwing out some hints of what i go through.
This is where I let everything out-the chaos, the silence, the things I can't say out loud. It doesn't judge, doesn't ask why, doesn't need explanations. It just exists, ready to catch whatever spills from my mind, whether it's broken pieces or fleeting moments of joy. It feels like talking to someone who's always there but never speaks, just listens-and somehow, that's enough.