When Every Breath Feels Like Betrayal
You are always running. Like a shadow slipping through a crowded street, you blend into the noise, lost in an endless escape. Is it hiding? Or is it a desperate attempt to outrun the pain, hoping to stumble upon peace somewhere down the road? The relentless running, the desperate chase for something—something you can never name. The days and nights blend into one long, endless stretch of time, where even the brief moments of pauses feel like weights pressing down on your chest, suffocating. And in those rare silences, the mind whispers. It doesn’t scream or cry out, it speaks softly, like a secret you can barely grasp. It speaks in fragments, in broken pieces of thoughts, scattered shards of memories. It speaks of pain, but never directly, it hints of sorrow, but never in words. There is no clear story, just a lingering sense of something unfinished, something unsaid. But the weight of it is there. Always. You sit with it. No matter how hard you try, your mind, relentl...
