Think about it...

You ever just sit there… wondering when the noise in your head turned louder than the world outside?

I mean, it’s not like something broke…

It’s more like something faded.

Like, one day, the colors just started looking a little more washed out. Songs felt flatter. Even the laughs you hear them, but they don’t land where they used to.

And you try, right?

Scroll through old photos, old texts… hoping maybe a piece of you lives there. But all it does is echo. You miss the version of you that wasn’t performing.

Funny thing is… people think you’re quiet ‘cause you’re mysterious. Nah. You’re just tired of explaining a feeling that doesn’t come with words.

Tonight I caught myself mid-scroll…

And I thought “Damn. When did I stop feeling real?”

Maybe I’m not lost.

Maybe I’m just between versions.

The version I was, and the one I haven’t met yet.

And maybe… just maybe…

That’s okay.

~ aaryan