‌‌ ‌Quietude

‌ ‌The quiet hell of missing someone who never once missed you back.

‌ ‌The quiet hell of missing someone who never once missed you back.

‌ ‌The art of being there for everyone while no one is ever there for you.

‌ ‌The art of disappearing without ever leaving.

‌ ‌‌Maybe not knowing would've kept us happy.

‌ ‌It's fucking ridiculous how old I already feel at this age.

‌ ‌Too young to understand. Old enough to feel it all.

‌ ‌The night is dark, but it never lies to me like the day does.

‌ ‌Every sunshine person needs their moonlight person.

Something that always brings peace:

‌‌ ‌Rain heals quietly, no advice, no questions, just presence.

‌ ‌Rain is medicine. Cold, quiet, and it works.

‌‌ ‌Rain heals quietly, no advice, no questions, just presence.

‌ ‌Rain is medicine. Cold, quiet, and it works.

‌ ‌‌I gave people my best, and they gave me lessons.

‌ ‌‌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.