My hand was held so I wouldn't be lost. But somewhere in the holding, something else got lost. The grip got too tight, started to hurt “You are imagining it”...
I'm tired I'm tired of explaining every thought i speak I'm tired of proving under these bones i breathe So tired of clarifying with every blink just so I'm seen...
Rooms where I struggled to breathe are quieter now Temperature’s a bit colder But lighting is better somehow Here outside, the air is heavier But at least finally mine No...
It’s okay if you don’t see the path ahead, or know where everyone went. Don’t be afraid to get a little lost— keep walking, even if it’s just you and...
What does it mean— to belong? Is it the connection you feel in every bond? The way you define yourself in things and places—like a song? Or is it when...