‌‌ ‌Quietude

‌ ‌‌Some nights, silence swallows me so completely that I forget the sound of my own voice. And when morning comes, all I remember is that the night was empty, again.

‌ ‌ ‌Some songs don't play, they heal.

‌ ‌‌If you want to know me, listen to my songs, they carry the parts I never show, and say the words I never could.

‌ ‌My playlist has seen me in every state I've ever been, happy, broken, and everything I never said out loud.

‌ ‌I wish there were something in this world that could stop grief before it even begins.

‌ ‌People keep saying there are good moments. But good moments that pass in a second and fade just as fast? They're fucking useless.

‌ ‌ ‌All my life, I've been waiting for that light, the one that, in every story, rises out of the deepest dark.

‌ ‌I've gotten to a place where I know they're wrong, and still, I can't even bring myself to speak. Not because I agree, but because I'm just done.