For a long time, everything felt distant—like I was watching life unfold from behind a glass wall. Nothing truly reached me, and I had stopped trying to reach out. But then, she appeared.
At first, I didn't believe it. That someone could see me, truly see me, and not turn away. She didn't offer grand promises or easy solutions. She was simply there, and somehow, that was enough.
For the first time in what felt like forever, the fog in my mind began to lift. The weight pressing down on me lightened, just a little. She didn't save me—I knew no one could—but she reminded me that maybe, just maybe, I wasn't entirely lost.
It wasn't a sudden transformation. The emptiness didn't vanish overnight. But in her presence, the silence inside me wasn't so unbearable.
Hope didn't return in full force. It whispered, quietly, at the edge of my thoughts. And for a moment, I listened.
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Endless Twilight
Random"Endless Twilight" is a journal of alienation, an honest confession about losing motivation and the emptiness left by the absence of a clear future. Between twilight and spring, between endings and beginnings, the protagonist oscillates between desp...
