Some nights don't ask to be understood.They simply stay quiet, heavy, and cold.I learned to find comfort in the silence, in blurred windows, unfinished thoughts, and the kind of darkness that never asks me to explain myself.
September 5, 2026 197 11
Some nights don't ask to be understood.They simply stay quiet, heavy, and cold.I learned to find comfort in the silence, in blurred windows, unfinished thoughts, and the kind of darkness that never asks me to explain myself.
