𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖺

You were never mine, yet somehow you felt like a secret I kept.

when I’m trying to go to sleep but then i remember and remember and remember and remember.

I feel deeply, but I walk away with my head high.

And suddenly we don’t talk anymore

We’re in such a “shit, here we go again” situation

You feel like home, not the kind you return to — the kind you carry.

In another universe, I won’t be living in a place like this and my biggest problem will be my own future not my country’s.

I’m quiet lately, not because I’m okay — because I’m tired of explaining.

I trust myself more now, even on days I feel lost.

Not everything that ended was a mistake — some things were lessons with an exit.

Some memories don’t fade — they just stop asking for your attention.

Some chapters end without closure. You just keep reading.

Love arrived barefoot.

October always looks like a goodbye nobody said out loud.

Some souls feel familiar because your heart met them long before your eyes did.

The cigarette ended before the memory did.

“You’ve changed.” “I had to, to survive you.”