I wish I could talk the way I could write — calm, precise, and unafraid. But maybe silence and ink were always my native tongue, and speech was just a language I never fully learned. There are moments when I sit quietly, words tumbling freely in my head, forming lines that could have silenced a room or rescued a conversation.
Tag: honesty
The Fruit No One Asked For When life gives you lemons, the first instinct is to ask who the hell ordered fruit. Because honestly, no one wakes up hoping for another round of disappointment. No one says, “Yes, today I hope my plans implode, my savings vanish, and my patience erode.” But life doesn’t ask for your consent. It just