There is a place inside you No map has ever traced, a quiet room behind the ribs where light forgets to stay. No one sees it when you smile, No one hears it when you speak. It moves beneath your laughter like a river running deep. It is yours alone to carry, not carved for other hands, a language made of silence Only your soul understands. Some mornings it is heavier, a stone you cannot name, And still you rise and wear your life as if it were the same. But pain, it does not leave you when ignored or pushed away, it waits within the folds of time, it learns you day by day. It is not your enemy, though it cuts without a sound; it is the truth you buried but still lives underground. And yes, there are nights it breaks you, when endurance feels too wide, when even breath feels borrowed And there is nowhere left to hide. Yet somehow you continue, not because you do not fall, but because within the breaking You still answer life’s call. You learn to walk beside it, not beneath it, not above...
The thoughts of you, I drown within them slowly, like waves that never learned how to let the shore rest. They rise without warning, pulling me under in silence, where even breathing feels like remembering. They come uninvited, soft at first, then overwhelming, carrying echoes of laughter that no longer belongs to the present. I hear you in the quiet, in the spaces between seconds, in the places I tried so hard to empty. Memories of both of us linger in quiet corners of my mind, replaying moments as if time refused to move forward. Every glance, every word, every touch we once held onto, they remain untouched by forgetting. Your name, it does not fade, it settles deep within my soul, like something carved, not written. I whisper it without sound, feel it without meaning to, as if my heart memorized you too well. I try to forget, I truly do, but forgetting feels like betrayal to something that once felt eternal. How do I erase a feeling that once felt like home? How do I silence what st...