avin 🎩 🔵 💎 🐹 🧬

I feel drained… no energy to explain, no strength to pretend. It’s a kind of exhaustion that makes no noise but makes everything heavier. For now, I just need a little quiet and a slow breath.

How much longer do we have to wait for something to finally change? How much longer do we have to endure what’s already worn us down? There comes a point where you’re not breaking, not giving up , just quietly asking, how long?

Light… it doesn’t argue with darkness, it simply appears and changes everything. Even the smallest glow can redraw the shape of a room, can soften fear, can remind you that not all is lost.

A candle in the darkness… not strong enough to light the whole world, but brave enough to refuse the night. Sometimes hope isn’t loud or grand , sometimes it’s just a small flame that decides to keep burning.

A beginning… not with noise, not with big promises , but with a quiet decision that this time, I won’t leave myself behind.

A broken-hearted human… still walks, still smiles sometimes, still answers when spoken to , but carries a quiet fracture inside. Not every broken thing makes noise. Some just learn how to live with the crack.

Like snow falling on a cold night, you settled silently into my heart.🌸🤍

Everything… either stays or one day quietly passes us by. We just learn to attach a little less or hold on a little stronger.

A moment… it’s not something you can hold. It arrives, it passes, and we either live inside it or spend later trying to find it again. A moment is right now , this breath, this glance, this brief heartbeat that may seem simple, but will never repeat the same way.

A wound is not always on the skin; sometimes it lives where no one can see, yet you feel it every single day. It doesn’t bleed, it doesn’t need a bandage , just time… and a little understanding.

Like… sometimes people are like a feeling, not a name; like the calm after rain, or the soft light of dusk , not fully bright, not completely dark, yet somehow exactly enough.

You are my partner in good times, when the world breathes a little, when laughter comes for no reason and the heart becomes light. With you, good things are more real, and moments are more lasting.

No matter how long our road is, as long as we remember why we started, we won’t get lost. We may move slowly, sometimes tired, sometimes unsure, but every step takes us a little farther from yesterday and a little closer to ourselves.

What is happening to us that we grow tired so quickly, understand so late, and attach so deeply? It feels like life isn’t trying to break us, but to train us to endure. And in all this leaving and staying, we’re just trying not to lose ourselves.

You didn’t become hard because you lack feeling, you became hard because you endured too much. Behind that thick skin there’s a heart that learned to survive quietly. You don’t have to be soft all the time, just remember , being tough means standing your ground, not breaking yourself or others.

Everyone’s pain has its own shape. Some speak it out loud, some burn quietly. For some it turns into tears, for others into a forced smile. No pain is the same, and none of it is small. People carry far more than they ever show.

I get it… this kind of tired doesn’t go away with sleep. It’s accumulated exhaustion , from enduring too much, from explaining yourself over and over, from staying strong when all your heart wanted was a pause. If you can’t do anything right now, that’s okay. Sometimes that’s enough: to stand still, to breathe, and to let yourself be tired without blaming yourself for it.

Don’t think I forgot you. Forgetting isn’t something the heart knows how to do. It only learns to love more quietly. If I speak less, if I don’t say your name out loud, it doesn’t mean you’re gone. Some presences grow deeper in silence, in places where time can’t reach.