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How do I escape from the labyrinth of my sufferings, when my heart cries out loud but my eyes remain dry? My soul screams, in the silence of emptiness, holding it all inside.  surviving in the quiet. The walls of my maze are painted with regrets, failures, and the slow burn of agony. A silent opera of ache. I tried to let myself be. I tried to breathe with my suffering, to let my heart speak not to the world, but only to me. And still I wander. I spoke to the shadows, called them by name, Fear, Loss,Pain.  The hollow whisper of “what if?” I lit candles in corners, I let none to enter, watched them flicker, then vanish. Some nights, I curl up beside my sorrow, treat it like an old friend, with tired eyes and trembling hands. They say time heals but time only teaches how to wear your wounds And yet,a part of me still hopes. That one day,a crack in the wall will let the light in, not in a blaze, but a whisper, Maybe then,the silence will  hum a different tune, sigh, Maybe th...

Halfway between departure  and whatever waits ahead  there is a strange comfort of  not belonging to the stillness  that lives in between, My echoes of my own footsteps  reminds me to keep moving  i ask no questions here,  even the windows reflect nothing  but the language of uncertainty  meanwhile time passes in the chaos  not loud just relentless like raindrops  The air hums the presence of others  Rushing towards what comes ahead I move too, not with purpose just for the cause of simply existing