In deepest waters

When the soul breaks, it doesn't make sounds. It doesn't speak for you to hear, asking for help when it breaks into pieces smaller than salt. It doesn't cry out or sigh to understand its pain. It's mysterious and withdrawn, and if you haven't seen, felt, and known it in yourself, you'll never find it.
Far from everything people could see, hear, and know about me, I chose to hide in the pages-witnesses, bearing the pain I never let show. I healed quietly and also bled quietly. So that no one shakes what I have hardly sought to keep in silence and solitude.

The book includes texts written over time, when my soul was too heavy to carry.