In English, we say: " Overthinking "
But in poetry, we say: " The storms in my head ruined the garden that my soul holds"
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In English, we say: " Overthinking "
But in poetry, we say: " The storms in my head ruined the garden that my soul holds"
Sometimes you need to sleep, sleep a lot. Not to escape, but to rest your soul from your feelings. Because everything, absolutely everything devours you. Completely.
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having a bad start doesnāt mean everything is ruined. having a bad week doesnāt mean your whole year will be bad. everything could be going wrong right now but you can still have a nice ending.
Heās the reason I stay up lateāwriting captions Iāll never post.
Iāve fallen into him like pages fall into chaptersāslowly, without warning, and with the quiet weight of something inevitable. But I canāt post him, canāt tag him, canāt claim him in the loud way the internet likes. Heās not for show. Heās a passing glance across a crowded room. Heās late-night conversations that leave more unsaid than spoken. Heās the reason I rewrite drafts of captions Iāll never post, the soft ache behind the playlist no one else will hear. I want to scream him into the world, but some feelings are sacred. And maybe thisāwhatever this isāwas always meant to be felt, not flaunted. Loved, not liked.