We all live between two worlds—the one we show others and the one we quietly inhabit when no one is watching. That inner world, full of shifting feelings, silent storms, and small sunrises, often becomes the place we run away
I kept a journal when I was 13. The remainder of every other page merely bore the word ‘FOCUS’ drawn in all directions, in various forms, in calligraphic ballpoints. I did not recall doing it until I rediscovered that journal
I wake up already exhausted. Not that fatigue which sleep remedies, but that weary fatigue of mind which is never actually sleep.Have you ever thought you were being drowned in the open? Brother, like everybody you know, has a friend
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