I wrote elegies until I lost my pen and became cold and broken to my core; my heart wouldโve died long ago, and nothing could fix it; my mind was a home I'm trapped in, until I realized it wasn't my home; until I realized what my safe harbor is. And that, I shall keep to myself.
Itโs the place that shelters my ship from the storms of life and the horrors of the sea. I've been fighting loneliness and deep pain for years. I was lost, broken, and melancholic. I've been through dark sorrowful days that I doubt anyone could imagine.