“I’m fine” but what they really mean is: I’m tired in a way sleep can’t fix, I’m smiling because explaining would take too long, I’m holding it together because falling apart isn’t something I have the time or space to do, and honestly, I’ve gotten so good at being fine that sometimes even I forget that I’m not.
People love to say ‘just communicate,’ but the moment you’re honest about how you feel, they treat your honesty like a problem instead of the trust it took to share it.
Your presence feels like a gentle verse written between the lines of my days, soft, unhurried, and beautiful enough to make even silence fall in love.
#HellWarrior
I noticed the discord within me.
I do not seem to belong in a world that understands my feelings, just as I do not seem to inhabit a body that fully reflects my soul.
My soul longs to fly, but my body keeps me bound to the ground.
The things I feel do not seem to belong to this world.
No language can fully express them, no culture can completely understand them, and no epic can contain their depth.