Lately, I've been experiencing a quiet space within myself. It's not peaceful; it's just silent. Days go by, and I move through each one as if I'm navigating through fog. I smile when I have to, but inside, I feel like I'm standing still while the world keeps turning.
Some mornings, I wake up and am unsure of what to feel. The sunlight touches my skin, but it doesn't reach my heart. I try to remember what joy used to feel like - that light, effortless happiness - but it seems distant now, like something I dreamed a long time ago.
Sometimes, I sit in the corner of the house and listen to my own breathing. I wonder when my soul became this quiet, and why. Maybe it's what happens when you've given too much of yourself to survive. Perhaps it's what remains when love disappears, but life still goes on.
Even in this silence, I still hold onto hope. I hope that one day I will wake up and feel light again - not because of anyone else, but because I've found my way back to myself.
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