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...
I'm slowly fading, not all at once, not enough for the world to notice, just quietly, like a shadow losing its shape at the edge of dusk. My heart grows weaker With each passing day, beating not with purpose but with persistence, as if it, too, is unsure why it continue? There was a time it knew how to feel fully, how to rise without fear, How to carry light without trembling beneath it. Now it stutters, hesitates, like it’s learning how to exist inside a body that has forgotten how to live. And my soul… My soul has wandered. It no longer asks for direction, no longer waits for permission. It drifts where it pleases, pulled by something unseen, something darker than I ever meant to follow. A path unfolds beneath me, cold and endless, lit not by hope but by the faint glow of everything I’ve lost. And still, I walk it. Not because I want to, But because I no longer know How to turn back. I am slowly fading. I feel it in the silence that grows louder, in the emptiness that stretches w...