CAS

The night hides what daylight could never keep. Smoke drifts through forgotten dreams and silent scars .Some souls were born to wander in the dark.

Her restless mind and the way she overthinks everything in her day make her drown in a long silence, as if the whole world lives inside her head alone. She appears calm on the outside, yet within her is endless noise, and heavy thoughts pulling her soul toward a darkness no one knows.

I may seem distant, difficult to understand, never blending in as easily as the others do. My mind lives in its own dark corridors, where few can truly reach me, so not everyone leaves with a gentle impression of who I am. In solitude, I breathe without fear my quiet smile appears clearer there, far from this filthy world that never felt refined enough for my soul.