Nov 12
i’m drifting, and i like it,
no more calls, no fake smiles,
just the quiet hum of solitude.
i’m slipping off their radar,
leaving texts unanswered,
their names blur into static.
it’s not good, but it feels real,
no masks, no roles to play.
i vanish into my own world,
where silence isn’t lonely,
just space to breathe.
i watch from the outside now,
a ghost in their lives,
a stranger in mine.
it’s like i’m disappearing,
but somehow,
i’m finally free.
no more calls, no fake smiles,
just the quiet hum of solitude.
i’m slipping off their radar,
leaving texts unanswered,
their names blur into static.
it’s not good, but it feels real,
no masks, no roles to play.
i vanish into my own world,
where silence isn’t lonely,
just space to breathe.
i watch from the outside now,
a ghost in their lives,
a stranger in mine.
it’s like i’m disappearing,
but somehow,
i’m finally free.
sometimes, solitude feels like a secret i’ve been keeping from the world. it’s strange, how the silence isn’t heavy, but a kind of comfort i’ve never known. like stepping into a hidden room only i can see, where everything is mine alone. i’m learning to let go of people and their expectations, finding peace in the quiet spaces between messages that never come. there’s a freedom in being forgotten, in not having to play a part. it’s not happiness, but maybe something better, a stillness that feels more honest than the noise i used to drown in.
(18/ksa)
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