Somewhere between Sleep and Awake

6/1/23 🕊️

[goodforthesoulxx]

[deepwithinwords-deactivated2026]

[haverst]

source / Haverst

[theinnercurrent]

What if your silence was actually screaming?

The heaviest memories in the world… are never seen. They don’t show up in words either. Still, they sit quietly— like invisible stones on your chest, pressing against your breath, as if silence itself could choke you.

But are they truly unheard?

Sometimes, if someone sits beside you— truly listens, truly looks— they’ll hear how silence can scream. Not with sound, but in broken thoughts, pauses in breath, shaky hands, and the eyes that never fully meet yours.

There are no words. Just fragments— a sentence that never finishes, a sigh that never clears. Still, the weight of it changes everything.

Those who can hear it— can feel it— know that silence is never empty.

[remanence-of-love]

[goodforthesoulxx]

[8nq-deactivated20161103]

“my head is overflowing with thoughts i can’t allow anyone to know about.” 

— 凛として時雨 - “Abnormalize” 

[ai-dream]

[highlandsorrows]

-Banana Yoshimoto, Kitchen

[goodforthesoulxx]

I truly hope things start feeling lighter soon. It’s strange how we measure growth; we assume moving forward means leaving things behind, but some things don’t stay in the past just because we decide they should. Fear, anxiety, old versions of ourselves, they find ways to resurface, not as proof that we've regressed, but as reminders of how far we’ve come. You are not back where you started. You were thrust into the darkness, and now you greet it like an old friend.

[goodforthesoulxx]

[cultcieht]

[elizabethsinclair]

- love elizabeth s.

[isl-equ-ay]

marionautran

[goodforthesoulxx]

[xcassiopeiaa-deactivated2025090]

[almostsomewheremaybe]

They never tell you how the knife of trauma really wounds. It doesn’t slice, or stab— it saws. A serrated edge claws its way through everything precious and sacred. A blade carves your world into before and after. They never tell you how color dies, and silence screams. They never tell you the pain is a one way trip. No return. No. They never tell you.