My Inner Canvas: I longed to be a bird with wings, to soar high and taste freedom, yet my fear chained me to the comfort of my own cage. This is me — my true identity, my true inner feelings I am shy to express. Quiet Wishes: I do not have “dreams” in the glittering, …
I’m not ‘hiding’—I’m just highly curated. My silence isn’t a void; it’s my sanctuary. I’d rather exist in my own headspace than exhaust myself explaining my ‘why’ to the world. I don’t want the contract of marriage, but I’m hungry for the experience of us. I want the depth of a connection without losing the frequency …
Three years ago, did the weight of having less actually make the value of every moment feel like more? I’ve traded the sharp, vivid hunger of the climb for the quiet comfort of the plateau, but why does this “good living” feel so much thinner than the struggle used to? I wonder if my soul was …
I never planned to write any of this. Some feelings don’t ask to be written. They just stay……quietly In pauses …… In unfinished sentences ……… In moments where I chose silence over explanation. This space – Is for everything I couldn’t say loud. Not because it wasn’t important, But because it felt too real. Again, these …