no one can understand you, when you have water on your hands and dryness in your chest, when survival is in your body and drowning is in your heart, when light is around you and darkness is inside you.

you walk through the world like a whisper in a thunderstorm, a shadow in the blaze of noon. your feet touch the earth, yet you float, untethered, in a realm where echoes of joy dissolve into the abyss of silence. the laughter of the sun mocks the tears that never fall from your eyes, held back by the dam of your resolve.

In the garden of your mind, flowers bloom with petals of fire and roots of frost, a paradox of life and stillness. your words are melodies that no ear can catch, a symphony played in the solitude of your soul.

you reach out, fingers grazing the edges of reality, but your grasp finds only the air of dreams unmet. the world spins around you, vibrant and vivid, yet you remain a ghost, unseen, unheard, a wanderer lost in the maze of your own making.

you are a puzzle with missing pieces, a story without an ending, a soul adrift in the sea of its own becoming. no one can understand you, and perhaps, in the quiet corners of your heart, you wonder if there is anything to understand.

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myinkspeaks