They shaved their heads, Stripped their names, Filed the bodies into silence. No names. No stories. No paths back home.
Shattered Silence
They shaved their heads, Stripped their names, Filed the bodies into silence. No names. No stories. No paths back home.
What started as a casual “hey, let’s try something weird” turned into one of the most unexpectedly fun and strangely accurate experiments I’ve had in a while.
They say I choose how I feel, but my hands still tremble when ghosts walk by drenched in familiar smiles.
Told to come out of my shell But they do not know. Forced to retreat - Not hiding, but surviving. This shell is not weakness, nor fear, But the armor I built to stay here.
I've been feeling like I've been having some sort of energetic hangover that's lasted a few days now. Definitely not feeling the greatest, to put it mildly, and that is okay. The last few days have felt pretty intense and well, wonky. It's hard to explain but it feels just weird on an energetic level.…