i thought i'd feel different once i left but maybe different isn’t a place

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i thought i'd feel different once i left but maybe different isn’t a place
to what ends but doesn't exit
Slept in seven beds in two months and each one remembered differently. Some soft. Some cold. One smelled like citrus and childhood.
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You are afraid of surrender because you don't want to lose control. But you never had control; all you had was anxiety.
— Elizabeth Gilbert
Woke up again in a life already halfway through its explanation. The sun was shining, which felt like a cruel joke considering the internal…
I wasn’t walking. I was dissolving. Step by step, memory by memory. My feet moved, but I wasn’t.
Black coffee no sugar, just like the man who disappeared.
most days i'm not lost, just unmotivated to arrive anywhere; directions are overrated when you're no longer trying to escape
not for a physical place but for a feeling that stays
i hate small talk... it give me anxiety... but if you want to get honest and vulnerable and weird for a little bit, i'm totally down for it
i rarely feel at home but i've learned to make shelters out of fleeting things
soft sunlight filtering through a dusty window a slow walk through a city after it rained a dimly lit room filled with old photographs a solitary figure on a late night train neon signs reflected on puddles someone leaving a voicemail they'll never send
it's strange how quiet the world gets when you're no longer trying to be understood
touch me like we both know this ends badly and we don't care
some truths don't set you free – they bury everything that isn't real and leave you with what hurts but finally makes sense
fog
i moved through rooms like fog unfolding without form
they spoke around me but never to me
i left fingerprints on days no one remembered like i never belonged to the moment
i wasn't hiding but no one was looking
i watched the world wear faces like masks and smiled just enough to stay forgettable
i once stood still to see if time would notice – it didn't
some nights i whisper out loud just to hear if my voice still has weight
and sometimes even silence feels more alive than i do