"I don't know if what's right is wrong, or if what's wrong is right
I don't know if you closed my eyes or opened them.
So just let me love you.
Let me consume you."
And to think....all this just because of a detention....
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.