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“Sometimes life takes us down paths we never wanted to walk, through moments that humble us and test our strength. Yet somehow, we keep moving forward, carrying the weight of what we endured

When silence takes form…👁 it is not gentle it is heavy, like a fog that never lifts. Faceless figures, as if they abandoned identity and chose instead to become the shadow of something long gone. The ropes are not merely restraints, but memories tightened around the heart. Each knot, a story. Each thread, a pain left undone. And the raven… not a bearer of doom, but a silent witness to what remains of souls that chose to disappear rather than break one more time.

It’s too late.💀 Not because I didn’t try, but because every attempt closed another door and left the fracture clearer than before. I fix what I can, yet everything returns broken in a different way— as if failure knows my name and reaches the end before I do. I try to make her happy, and somehow become a burden. I extend my hand with love, and it’s received as noise. Good intentions come back to me as mistakes. There’s something unseen, something I can’t understand, turning my actions against me, twisting meaning, making closeness feel like intrusion. My happiness is brief— two hours at most, then it fades, as if comfort was never meant for me, as if joy apologizes before it sits down. Everything feels against me. Even myself, when exhausted, betrays me quietly. I stand in the middle— unable to return, unable to arrive, a constant attempt that gives too much and never reaches.

I sit before a table submerged💀 in water, my thoughts beyond my grasp. Each thought is a stone, each memory a wave returning to drown me anew. If I could, I would extinguish my head like a candle, not to escape life, but to escape the clamor that dwells within me. I am weary of my mind replaying the same scenes, as if my heart were a stage and sorrow the only act. Yet I remain here, despite the water, despite the weight, breathing… and trying to believe that peace will one day arrive.

Today was supposed to be ours.🤩 A day where time slowed down for us, but instead, it rushed past too quickly. The hours were shorter than they should have been, and we didn’t get enough time together. Life had other plans, and the moments I imagined slipped through our hands. Still, I don’t see this as an ending. I see it as a pause — a quiet space between now and what’s coming. Because deep inside me, there’s a belief that one day will arrive when nothing will rush us, nothing will pull us apart. On that day, we won’t count minutes or watch the clock. We’ll simply be there, side by side, holding each other’s hands the way they’re meant to be held — firm, gentle, and certain. And in that simple touch, all the moments we lost to time will finally make sense, as if they were only waiting for the right moment to become real.

Some things change you quietly.🤩 No drama, no visible scars just a shift you notice when you are no longer the same person who once asked why. I stopped expecting clarity. Life rarely explains itself; it simply moves forward, inviting you to follow or be left behind by your own hesitation. I learned that not everything needs to be held tightly. Some truths arrive only when you loosen your grip and allow space for them to breathe. I am not distant I am simply present in a way I did not know before.