t doesn’t feel like being trapped. It feels like resting… just a little longer. Until the moment shifts— and you realize you never actually left. #deeptruths #unfiltered #writing #poetry

It doesn’t feel like leaving. It feels like everything is still in place— the room, the body, the moment— except you’re no longer inside it. Chapter VII: The Empty Hall #depersonalization #dissociation #poetry #mentalhealthawareness

Some silence settles. Some silence watches. And if you’ve ever felt it shift— you already know which one this is. #quietness #grief #writing #unfiltered