Image Source: Generated by AI Each night, I burn another unsent letter. The fire is warm, but the ashes seem to whisper everything I never said. In the quiet, my regret feels louder than the flames…| And Miles to go before I sleep...
She kept the clock running backward, just to see which regrets would return first. They didn’t line up in order.Some were small – a text she never replied to, an invitation she turned down without much thought.Others were heavier – the time she stayed silent when someone needed her voice, the day she chose the … Continue reading When regrets come back→| And Miles to go before I sleep…
He slammed the door and left mid-argument. Hours passed. The anger faded, but the silence stayed. She swept the broken glass, reheated the food, folded the clothes – everything he never noticed. When he finally returned and said nothing, just walked past her, she didn’t stop him.Because in that quiet, she finally saw it clearly. … Continue reading The Aftermath of the Fight→| And Miles to go before I sleep…
There was a time when I thought healing meant erasing.Erasing the noise. The overthinking.The memories that played on repeat.The sharp thoughts that jabbed at me when I was quiet. So I fought them. I tried to smooth everything out –file down the jagged edges,hide the clutter, quiet the chaos. But the more I resisted, the … Continue reading Learning to Stand Inside My Mind→| And Miles to go before I sleep…