jewel

Angels move softly between light and silence They carry peace in places where hearts feel heavy Their wings are a symbol of freedom and hope
They remind us that kindness and light still exist Freedom feels like the sky open and endless A soul without fear can rise like an angel Sometimes freedom is simply being true to yourself And sometimes angels are just quiet strength inside us Both angels and freedom remind us that light is always possible The sky feels wider when the heart believes in freedom Angels watch over quiet dreams and gentle hopes And every free soul carries a little light inside They guide us when the path feels dark and uncertain Freedom whispers softly that we are never truly lost

Maybe I’m alone, but I’m at peace. No noise, no pretending just me and the quiet around me.The air is cool but kind, the light slips through the window softly, like it understands me.
I realized being alone isn’t a loss it’s rest. Because the exhaustion never came from solitude, it came from people who never saw me, never valued me.Now I love the silence, I love how the space listens without questions, and I love that I can be okay without anyone knowing.
Loneliness doesn’t scare me anymore; it’s become my small home, my real place

In your presence, I have found a joy that words can't fully express. Loving you feels like the warmth of the sun on a spring morning, brightening every part of my soul. With you, happiness is not fleeting but constant. Our hearts beat together in a beautiful rhythm, creating a melody of love in each moment we share. I cherish our laughter, our dreams, and the endless support we give each other.

I long to fade into nothingness to become one with boundless emptiness I don’t want the weight of existence only to be an unseen breeze I crave explosion collapse the destruction of self as my eternity My disappearance would be my triumph dissolving with the universe in a strange dream of the end I seek a final moment where time stops and everything fades into silence I lose my identity becoming a pure idea yet still search for persistence amid the void Between decay and emptiness I wander drawn to wild tensions and distant illuminations

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Sometimes I feel like I have so much to say, so much to share, as if words are trapped in my chest, searching for a way out. I want to speak to many, to open windows between me and the world, but something holds my voice back, binds it, makes it tremble at the very first attempt. It’s not that I have nothing to say it’s the fear that I won’t be heard, or worse, misunderstood. So I stay silent… and settle for conversations with myself.

I enjoy spending time with myself not because I’m avoiding people, but because there’s a kind of peace in solitude that many don’t understand. In those quiet moments, I find a chance to understand myself better, reflect on my thoughts, and truly listen to what’s inside me. I don’t need the noise of the world to feel alive a book, a cup of coffee, or even a silence that feels like me is more than enough.