Imagine this: a landscape carved entirely out of shadow and spine, where the world slows down to the speed of ink drying on paper. Some stories are best told in the key of silence.
Control is an illusion, but discipline is a choice. I’ve traded the comfort of the 'known' for the clarity of the 'real.' If you can’t find me, it’s because I’ve finally learned how to exist in the spaces the world forgot to map.
When you love someone, truly love them, you lay your heart open to them. You give them a part of yourself that you give to no one else, and you let them inside a part of you that only they can hurt - you literally hand them the razor with a map of where to cut deepest and most painfully on your heart and soul. And when they do strike, it’s crippling - like having your heart carved out.
There comes a time when the #world gets quiet and the only thing left is your own #heart. So you’d better learn the #sound of it. Otherwise you’ll never understand what it’s saying.
