the weight of silence.

u were alone then, carrying a silence dat felt heavier than anythg u thought u cld bear. the days were long, and each one reminded u of wat was missing - of who was missing. the loneliness was sharp at first, like a wound dat wldnt heal. u sat wit it becoz there was nothg else to do, and though it felt endless, u waited. u waited becoz deep down, u knew somethg had to change. becoz deep in u, ur still hoping.

and it did. slowly, the silence began to shift. it wasnt so overwhelming anymore. instead, it started to feel like a pause - a quiet space where somethg new could grow. the loneliness din disappear, but it softened. it became less of an enemy and more of a teacher, showing u thgs about urself u hadnt noticed before. u began to see the quiet not as emptiness, but as an opportunity to rebuild.

u were alone then, and it hurt deeply. but looking back now, u see how much u grew. it was in those quiet moments dat u learned to listen to urself. u started to understand who u were w/o the noise of the world around u. u found strength - not becoz the pain vanished, but becoz u learned how to carry it w/o letting it fcukin crush u.

and even in dat loneliness, there were small moments of light. the way the morning sun slipped thru the curtains. the way a forgotten book brought u comfort. the way ur breathing steadied when u least expected it. those lil moments, though they seemed small at the time, were enuff to keep u going.

now, when u think back to dat time, it feels less like a loss and more like a turning point. it was a time when u started finding ur way back to bloody urself. u were alone then, but even in the stillness, u werent truly lost. 

u were becoming the person u needed all along - you were becoming u.