Have you ever sat in silence, listening to the whispers of your own thoughts? Sometimes they scream, you know, but nobody hears them except you. It’s like laying in bed, wide awake, while the world outside sleeps, dreaming happy dreams.
I thought I was alone once. Just me and the shadows of what could have been. But then I realized—the shadows talk back. They tell stories of roads not taken, of voices that echo in empty halls, of decisions that linger, just out of reach.
Sometimes, the realization is simple. Other times, it’s like a maze, with silent screams guiding your way through darkness. You just have to listen, listen close.